LOST in SPACE

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The other day, I witnessed a couple of car accidents.  As in – witnessed them first hand.  The first one was while I was waiting for my bus to go to work.  The second one was while I was waiting for my bus going home.  Talk about starting and ending the day wrong.

 

Both happened at a stoplight intersection.  The first one was between two sedans.  The second was between a bus and an SUV.  Everything happened so fast.  Tires were screeching, an attempt to stop what was inevitable.  The crunching sound of metal and glass breaking and shattering were heard after.  Then for a second, just for a second – silence.  As if for that one second, people were trying to grasp and comprehend what on earth just happened.

 

And then the bustle of traffic and morning and afternoon rush went on once more.  Cars honking, people staring, pointing and talking about the accident, someone calling 911, police sirens.  Thankfully, no one was really hurt at both accidents.  Well, except for the driver of the SUV.  She was in shock and the police had to call the medics in to have a look at her.  But that didn’t really count as being hurt.  No blood was spilled, no broken bones, no broken skulls, no one was crying, shouting they needed a doctor.  No one died.

 

As I was standing there, a quiet by-stander and observing the scene unfolding before me, I felt – well, I felt serene.  Call me insane but I just did.  I didn’t even jump at the sound of the crash.  I just stood there and watched. 

 

The sound was sickening though, now that I think about it.  It wasn’t nice – cars crashing with each other.  It made you think of how short life can be and how at one snap of your fingers – like that car crash, for an instance (if it was really that bad) – your life could have been taken from you.

 

It was weird in a way, because I knew that those accidents were bound to happen.  As I was watching the different vehicles speed up on the road, I knew and thought to myself that those two who were about to pass each other would crash.  And they did. 

 

Now, I’m not psychic or anything like that but you know how it feels.  When you feel like something will happen and right in front of you, it suddenly did.  I don’t what it’s called but it’s definitely not deja-vu.  It’s a different thing altogether but maybe somehow related to it, in a way.  Just different.

 

Well, just want to break the monotony of stories here.  Just wanna share some thoughts.  And isn’t that what blogging is all about, anyway?  Sharing thoughts?

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Part 2…

 

A week had gone by and I was already comfortable in my new flat.  Everything was arranged the way I wanted to.  My furniture was all in place.  My books, my CDs, my DVDs and other stuffs were all stacked where I wanted them to be.  I was sitting curled up on my couch, reading one of my favorite novels for the umpteenth time when my cordless phone started ringing.

 

Groaning, since I was already at the best part of the book, I answered my phone.  “Hello?”

 

“CHRISTINE!!!  YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!”

 

I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it incredulously.  My best friend was screaming something as if she was talking to someone that was 7 mountains away from her.  I shouted in return to her, the phone an arm length away from me, “Beth!  Stop yelling!  My eardrums are bleeding!”

 

Finally, I heard her quiet down and gingerly placed the phone back into my ear.  “What’s up that had you screaming like a banshee?”

 

“Didn’t you watch the special tonight?  The one about meeting Daniel Radcliffe?” she asked.

 

“No,” I answered shortly and I tensed up, not knowing what she will say next and trying not to think why she was screaming just a little while ago.

 

“Well…” she trailed in her sing-song voice.  “Guess what I saw on TV?”

 

“What?”

 

“Daniel Radcliffe announced that he.  Will.  Be.  Meeting…” she trailed once more and then squealed, “YOU!!!!”

 

I sat there on my couch, shocked, not able to believe what I just heard.  I wasn’t even aware that Bethaly was gushing and telling me that life was being good to me to present me with this opportunity and how Daniel looked so excited on TV to meet me.  I finally snapped out of it when I heard Beth calling my name over and over again and asking if I was ok and if I was still there.

 

“Yeah.  Yeah, I heard you,” I said.  “Look, I gotta go.”  And hung up on her.  I took a deep breath, stood up and went into my kitchen.  I got out a soda from my fridge and took a big gulp, trying to calm my nerves.  What I just heard was unbelievable.  It was crazy.  And I know I was a bit overreacting.  But I was about to meet Daniel Radcliffe.  That reason alone was enough for me to overreact.

 

I went into my bedroom and snuggled in my bed, hoping that once I sleep and wake up in the morning, all of this wouldn’t just be a dream.

 

To be continued…

 

said, written, taken, ranted by: wuthie at 14:27 | link | comments |
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