Someone up there loves me

April 19

A red damp stain on my left knuckle commemorated another event which PatriX managed to cheat death... Alright, it wasnt that serious as in I got hit by a lorry or tackled by a vicious pitbull or some girl just came along and tore my heart. The usual morning ride to work started off with a wipeout as I lost control and skidded on the pavement just at my void deck.

The "Acclerating Turn on Wet floor" routine earned me "Come and Kiss the floor" outcome which literally kick started my day. For those who are concern about my well being, I am alright... no serious damages, just scratches and a battered ego where I am sure the mum carrying the kid got the full spectacle of my performance. Does she even know the rest I steered was because I didnt wanna startle the mother and child's route they were having.

Anyone have those kinda near death... not death, too serious.. accidents. Moments just before accidents, be it you slipped and fell head over heels, tilted your angle of vision to your blind spot and instantanously saw something massive flying your way, just something unavoidable which happened all of a sudden which is bound to hit or happen leaving you with only microseconds to prepare for impact? The sudden seizsure of time kicks in like going through how Keanu Reeves always get his slow motion framing in MatriX. The mind goes blank, time froze to a near stand still... From what I can recall, there was only 1 thing on my mind.

- can I survive this after the crash and still get back to the office?

There and then, my body instintively prepared for impact... I could feel it, words cannot really describe but the limbs just know what to do ready to cushion my fall. Gravity in tandem with inertia sucked me down, fast and hard onto the cold, hard concrete floor where my depth perception of my distance from the ground gradually reduced to 0. My left hand and leg shot out with my knuckle, elbow and knee trying to sheild the torso from full impact. What was uncanny was my right hand and leg pushed and kick the bike aside onto the grass patch. Dont ask me how I managed to chorograph my actions, it just happened. Do you call it instinct? I am not sure too... but a few times I got into these kind of mess and got myself out of it without even know, I'm sure those hands and legs got a mind of their own :)

Like movie flash backs... people say time freezes and a sudden recollection jolts into the conciousness all of a sudden. For my case, I dont have images of a girl who tells says those "I love you, please rest in peace" phases just a simple minded chap who was more concern about going to work! Oh come on... I dont even like the company only my follow interns keep me company. Anyway, its the passion n instinct to stay alive which keeps me going because I know that I was brought to this world to do something special. Something unique I can be proud of before I will actually take my final breathe... I just know it, I will survive.