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read between the lines
wow what a dramatic start to a new year.it had been raining at the place where i was stranded. "God," i said. "Don't you care that i'm about to be back late?" (i had things to do early tomorrow but right now i'm no longer in the mood to sleep.) i had been pleading (or rather, nagging) with Him, trying to get Him to stop or at least lighten the rain so i could go across. and it had already been 20 minutes, where usually He would just have done so in a shorter time frame (yes, my god is great). finally i decided to just run in the rain. the first thing i saw when i reached the void deck of my flat was a blue-and-white police strip of tape. my initial reaction was that some idiot decided to play a new year prank and 'deck the pillars with strips of police tape'. and then i saw two police officers. one of them was on a walkie talkie and the other was peering into a camping tent with the word 'police' emblazoned on it. it was still raining lightly. "Ooh," i thought. "The police are camping out tonight. Maybe they're holding a watch night for that beggar guy i saw sleeping here the other day." (what on earth was i thinking??) and so i took the lift up to the highest floor, which is the only way to get to my place since it's one floor below and the lift only stops at certain floors. the doors opened to the sight of a policeman and a walkie talkie who asked me if i lived here. naturally that was my cue to ask what in the world just happened, and did someone...did someone actually take a suicide leap a few minutes ago (finally, my brain started working). following which, i heard the reply in the affirmative, and the reason the cop was there was because the police suspected that the victim jumped from this floor. upon further probing, i found out that the 'camping tent' i saw earlier held the body of the poor soul. i was still pretty much dazed and in unbelief at that point, so i just walked into my landlady's place, where only her husband was up, and blurted out in a very 'blur' fashion what i just found out. i slowly watched his reaction turn from puzzled to pale to panicky. he was starting to spook me out too. and then the next thing he did is look out the window towards the void deck. thankfully none of the windows in this flat have any views of that potentially gruesome sight. when i entered my room, then only did the truth sink in. i thought, of all the blocks in s'pore, someone just had to kill themselves here. prayers were said for the said person and his/her family. as well as prayers for protection over my landlady's family and i. (true singapore ghost stories so influenced me that i still remember certain accounts of what i read in the past.) and as i pondered over what had just happened over my bath, it finally dawned on me that it was a pretty good thing god delayed me from coming home earlier tonight. because i can say for sure i would not be able to sleep, eat nor work properly had i been forced to witness the awful sight of a person falling down from the sky, or mangled, bloody body parts akin to pieces of a squashed watermelon. thank god. (not for the tragedy, but for sparing me the awful sight.) by the way, a word of strong advice: people who jump are not stupid or brainless. i used to think that was so the first time someone remotely related to me died that way...until god dealt with me on that, oh yeah He did. |
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