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On my way home, something frightening happened. I guess the initial reaction was fear but I don't know if it occured to me the dangers of just what happened a while ago. Was seated on the window side of an ordinary bus with my mind drifting away from reality. Thinking stuffs, about my degrading health and ofcourse the never ending questions about life and love.

Just when I was about to close my eyes. I heard the sound of a glass shattering. Then I felt something on my hands and my arms. They were small pointed objects. And some are in a way piercing my skin as some other pieces fell on my lap. Little did I know that the bus I was on happened to hit another bus' side mirror. The passenger seated in front of me was frantically looking back at me and checking out the broken pieces of mirrors on the window pane. And I was just like.. uh? huh?

It happened so fast but I felt like I had the most delayed reaction. Everyone was moving away from me and the window while I just sat there as if nothing dangerous happened. What a late reaction you could say. It would seem that I'm the kind of guy who doesn't care of what happens to me. Actually, It's not exactly that way.. I know the perils and the dangers of what could have been at that instant. I'm just thankful it didn't turn out to be on the worst side. I could have been cut, bruised and even blinded by the shards. Somehow I just felt its sharpness and made me realize what pain it could have given. I'm thankful for the circumstances, and for His protection.

something caught my attention while I was browsing through certain stuffs about a minute ago. And that wasn't me she's talking about. cause I've been quite uhhmm idle for sometime.. and she doesn't even seem to..........
well I wonder...