It was 2 days ago and I was on my way back to my hostel...
After unloading my stuffs from Sean's car ...we headed towards my hostel across the parking lot
and as I was...dreamingly walking with my head looking down to the ground,
out of nowhere this motorist came so close to me and grabbed my handbag away....
and I fell on the rough tar road...on a hot summer afternoon....urhg!
(with my lips kissing the ground)Well...I was sent to the hospital and then we made a police report....it all took about 2 hours+
I hurt my right knee
(kinda severe) ,left arm and my left waist
(i'm still amazed by this wound...wonder how it got to there...) and some scratches and bruises....
=(....it doesnt feel good...
AT ALL...
but Im thankful for being alive,not getting killed or chop off by any barbarian....phew...just some wounds...and walking like a old lazy...
And in this times of difficulty, I'm able to feel
(not sure whether it's the right word to use) the kindness and warmth of my friends...my housemate even helped me to wash my hair and rub my back...cz I cant really take a bath...Sean and his housemates often buy food and "carry" me when Im unable to walk...and oh yeah....restrain me from eating delicious food which will make my wounds even worse....
"(thanks" guys)After this incident,...it's really like a slap on my face.I"m just not too careful of my own safety and often taken advantage of the situation here...and I realized I did pray less for my own safety here...
But still I'm able to feel the warmth and love from everyone and thanks for your cares! I'm recovering anyway...
p/s: Lost items : Purse, ATM cards, popular card, facial products and.... MY DIGITAL CAMERA
=(