This entry is just a part of what I’ve experience. There is more to come. I’ve open up another category specifically for the ordeal that I’ve experience. I’m hurt and traumatized, and hopefully, through writing, I would heal. Let me share with you…what time could probably heal what love, and reason cannot.
Indeed, why? I have been MIA these days, and for people who is my kin or knows me personally, would have known that something had happened to me. I did not write about it because at the moment for a lot of reasons I consider valid.
Firstly, for now I do not have a fix Internet line to enable me to blog about it and share it with all of you over here. That is the first reason. Secondly, it’s because I felt that my privacy have been invaded in some ways that it prevents me from writing anything or even making any statements at all.
Somehow, somewhere, someone, is probably in seventh heaven thinking that I’ve turn a meek, yes woman since I’ve been keeping mum these days. And thirdly, because I was not really ready to share what I’ve gone through the past two weeks with all of you yet.
Some may have thought that I have been shaking my legs on some luxury cruise in the Caribbean, enjoying the sun and sea breeze over a cup of some exotic drink I can barely pronounce correctly. Unfortunately, that is not the case for me. Far from from it, though sometimes, I do wish that is the case.
I don’t really know where to start. Or how. There is too many things to tell. So I guess I’ll just start with the basics. Here goes:
Saturday, 18th July 2009, about 1.30pm, my house was burn down in fire.It was a quiet afternoon. One could have been probably fooled into thinking that nothing could go wrong that dreadful day but the quiet routine weekend nap. The entire household was taking a nap.
I did not really know what actually happened to cause the destructive fire. All I know is that I was asleep, and then, there’s the pungent smell of metal on fire. Little did I know, that the smell was actually the scent of thick carbon monoxide. I woke up, thinking that something had short circuit, causing that awfully unpleasant smell. The smell continuously invaded my senses, and it seems to get thicker, and sensing something amiss, I ran out of the room to investigate.
Out the room, the air was filled with smoke. It was very thick,Â and the air was grey in colour. If one asked me to describe the air quality at that time, it was like thousands of men smoke their cigarettes in one room simultaneously. The only difference was, the smoke was polluted with the scent of electronic appliances burning. Breathing not only became hard, but painful to the lungs as well.
I was confused and panicked. For a moment, I wondered what was going on. If I’m not mistaken I couldn’t actually compute that the house was actually on fire until I went to the living room that is fast becoming pitch black with smoke and saw that the only lights that’s illuminating the living room was the fierce fire that is fast consuming the sofa and whatever that’s in its way. The fire was two point on the sofa. It looked like a a pair of demonic eyes, laughing at me. Then only it occurred to me that the house was on fire.
My other half was in the living room. Like the rest of us, asleep, and I thought he was dead, along with my newly adopted pet of 4 days, a little kitten I called ‘Meow Meow’. (Fine, lame name for a kitten, but hey, it answered to that name. LOL) I really thought he was gone and not coming back anymore, cuz he did not answer when I called out toÂ him for help.
Anyway, to cut long story short, let’s just say what happened after that is my husband saved me and the rest of the family. We barely managed to cheat Death, and escaped in the nick of time. A few more minutes, I believed all of us would have died out of smoke inhalation and be BBQ-ed and satay-ed soon after.
What happened during the time frame we escaped is better for him to tell the story. He could probably tell the story better than me, because he’s the one who did the rescue. For those who are close to me, you’ll know who he is, and feel free to visit his blog if you want to know what happened during that time.
I am glad that I’m still alive to tell you all this, but the fire took so many things besides my belongings and a place to stay. I will tell you what the fire took, destroyed and even killed next time. Til then, take care, and cherish the ones around you.
Cleffairy: Time should be able to heal what love and reason cannot. Don’t you agree?