October 13th, 2011 marked a very eventful day for me. It started out like every other day, with a nice slice of peanut butter toast, a big glass of milk and of course some yummy Bali fruits…
After breakfast, my normal routine was shot out the door. My parents pleasantly surprised me by taking me out for a spin on the motorbike early that morning. But little did I know what was waiting for me at our destination…
I should’ve suspected something was wrong as soon as we arrived in the sterile environment with too many people wearing white lab coats. I was fully aware of the situation when they brought me into the small little back room, where they perform the torture sessions far from any watchful eyes…They started pointing the red laser light into my eyes, then they tried to wrap some ribbon around my head and along the length of my body, then they tried to put me on some metal plate with electronic numbers on it (probably to give me an electric shock to calm me down), and finally they tried to get me to stick my finger into some plastic gadget with a wire connected to it…Were they going to start by cutting off my fingertips so I wouldn’t be able to defend myself?
I had been here before… I tried to block it from my memory, but I was starting to get flashbacks of the last time I was here. They were 2 trying to hold me down and 2 others poking me simultaneously on the thighs. There’s no way I was going to just sit there and let them torture me again this time around. Don’t know what they injected into me last time, but here’s what I looked like after they finally decided to let me go…For some reason they put some bright yellow stickers with Big Bird and Cookie Monster on the torture spots – so I would forget what they had done to me?? Sad to say, but it sorta worked…
Oddly, they seemed to let me go without even a scratch this time….so I thought! In fact, they weren’t finished yet. They were transferring me to the 2nd floor, probably where they perform the more extreme torture sessions?? Now I was really starting to get scared. What were mom and dad doing anyhow? Why weren’t they protecting me? Come to think of it, they’re the ones who actually brought me here!
We arrived into another small room with a person (in a white lab coat) waiting for us. She had a sweet face, but I KNEW this was BAD NEWS! Mom and dad tried to distract me as best they could, but I could clearly see that they were preparing their ‘equipment’ and they were out to get me! What was I supposed to do? Even mom and dad seemed to be on their side. I was on my own…Although I can walk now, there was no way I could make a run for it now that the door was already closed. I had no choice but to surrender and defeatedly accepted my fate…
With mom and dad holding me down, they proceeded to perform the same torture moves – but this time they attacked both my arms 😦 It must have been a sound proof room, cuz I screamed from the top of my lungs and nobody came to rescue me. Life is definitely cruel sometimes – and I still have no clue what I did to deserve this! Luckily, my memory is short and I’ve already started to forget all about it…
When we left the building, I saw the letters BIMC!! To all my little friends out there, beware the next time you see a big sign with these letters. You might be in for a nasty surprise!
As we were riding back home, traffic suddenly stopped and there was a sense of panic all around us. People were staring up at the sky and pointing up as if there was a UFO in the air, but nothing awkward could be seen. It turns out they were pointing at the rooftops, afraid that the tiles or bricks from the buildings would crumble down from the 6.8 earthquake which had just shaken the ground beneath us. Luckily no one around us seemed to be hurt and the effects were ‘relatively’ minor given the size of the shake. In my case, I didn’t feel a thing since I had fallen asleep in mom’s arms on the motorbike – I guess whatever they injected me with knocked me out: “Thy drugs are quick…”
The earthquake shook up our house a bit, as we’ve noticed about 5 new cracks on the walls and ceiling. Here’s a shot of one the cracks:
Cracked wall - Bali Earthquake Oct 13, 2011
Looks like I wasn’t the only one marked by the events on Oct 13th… Unfortunately, the house’s marks will last much longer than mine…
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