It was an eventful weekend. I can't believe it myself
either. It is hard to look back and remember everything that
happened. So fast. So swift. And no chance to turn back.
He was my schoolmate but we never knew each other. I
recognised him because he used to have his lessons in our
department lecture rooms.
It was to be my first and last time talking to him
after our graduation.
He went with us to Mersing. Now he
is dead. Accident.
Do you believe in the 6th sense? Somehow I felt that
something tragic would happen on this outing.
When we took our
last group photo at Kota Tinggi before leaving for Mersing on
Saturday morning, I saw him and his bike. I got the
instant negative vibe that he was never meant to be part of this
biker outing.
The rest of us were riding race bikes and his was
different.
Oh gee. Recklessness. Speed. Ego. It really kills.
Everyone cried at the hospital. Except me. Maybe I am strong.
Maybe I am just emotionless. I am at a loss somehow.
My
whole mind swirled with thoughts. Thinking about what happened gave me a
really empty feeling inside.
It's not right. Dying young, that is.
I
hope that this friend, wherever the afterlife has taken him, is safe
now.
This is going to sound selfish but I am somewhat relieved that
it wasn't somebody I knew well.
I'm terrified at the thought of
someone I really care for dying.
He broke his previous top speed
again. This time at a speed of 240 km/h.
Scary huh? It scared
me too. Two lives in the hands of one.
What if I got hit? What if I
died yesterday?
Everyone has only one chance to live. We really
ought to treasure with what we have right now.
It is 12.34 am right now. I wonder if he is back from the funeral?