Collisions

I learned of a shocking news on the eve of new year. I didn't mention it earlier because I didn't know much detail.

Six Malaysian students were on the way to Domodedovo Airport in Moscow by van when they were involved in a head on collision by a car which was in the process of overtaking the car in front of it. The van caught fire and got burnt. 2 students were thrown out of the van, the others still unconsciouss inside. The passanger (driver's son) dragged all of the students out. I heard the driver died on the spot. The students only suffered fractures of the leg, and dislocations. They survived, thank God. It was horrible. It happened early in the morning, in the region of Tula, I heard. Their luggages, passports, money -- got burnt. I hope some of their stuff can still be salvaged. They were sent to the region's hospital and they didn't receive any treatment. Last I heard, they are all sent back to Kursk. I hope they received proper treatment.

I swear, when I heard the news I couldn't sleep that night thinking "What if it happened to me or to the people closest to me?" and what if, God forbid, someone died in the fire? I don't know what happened to me that night, but I was in the verge of tears. Blame the PMS and the hormonal imbalance. You put yourself in their shoes: you were happy that you can finally go home to your family, then tragedies like this happen. Your flight's been cancelled, your passport and visa gone. You can't see your family. How can you not feel their pain? Usually I've been apathetic to most disasters (I'm numb from the world) but I don't know why this one hits me so bad.

On the eve of new year, the temperature dropped to a negative 10.
How lovely (sarcasm included). My room is so cold I have to buy a masking tape to cover every crease and cracks in between windows.