Believe me...it's totally different...and will be very very different that what i'm going to blog for this 2009 Valentine's. >.< haha...
well here goes : 2007 Valentine's.
| I almost killed myself. | for everyone |
Now now, we're not talking about suicide, not about taking your own life here... not those you jump i jump kinda thingy. We're talking about not taking care of yourself properly. Stuffs like not supposed to stay up late when you are supposed to go to sleep, get drunk almost everyday and damage your liver, stuffs like that (actually i got one more point but in the end i will kena back myself...hahaha)
I, for one am a stubborn person. I call it attitude. Some call it "Men's Big Decision". Some call it plain stupid. And some, call it "die die wan face"... One of my rules in life is not to bow down to pressure during work. After work, also cannot bow down to the pressures in the stomach when i drink a little too much. hahahahahah!!! so hence this short story.
Was outstation to Southern part of Negeri Sembilan last Thursday... The start of seemingly dull day when a few of my clients are busy, hence not in their office. Whatever, since i'm coming down to do some "small small" things for someone, i took a leisurely drive down from seremban, stopover in Tampin (5 mins drive from A Farmosa Resort) then straight to Melaka town. met up with a buddy of mine in Tesco and we proceed to melaka raya to search for a nyonya restaurant that seems to sell some great pineapple tarts...hmm...
So when i am done with the stuffs, had satay celup dinner in Capitol since the one i usually go near melaka raya is closed. Sigh...so fat so big size (yours truly) also no use can only sapu 12 sticks nia. that wan also forced to do so cos i am not those who like to waste. yeah la they can take back what's left but i dun like to see got leftover. After that proceeded to Melaka raya for a bucket of Carlsberg while catching up with my buddy whom i did not meet for 6 months already (hahaha...6 months is alot man for a great friend like him)
It was about 9.30pm when the Malaccan client who was busy earlier, called. Apparently he just got back and wondering where am i. Told him i was at this nice pub overlooking the shopping complex with a bowling pin on top of it (dun ask me what name of places in melaka...i know where to go but not the name..hahaha) and he duly came over, ordered 3 buckets and proceeded with the session with my buddy. (you see? casual drinkers order 1 bucket by one...asshole drinkers who like to get drunk order 3 at once...aiyo it's the same la it's not that the beer will get cooler...waste space somore...)
So...7 buckets later (yes...he ordered 6~!) my client (let's call him ALEX) gets incoherent and starts to mumble something in some Tibetan language i do not understand and starts to chat up those cigarette selling gals...It's his style anyway while i just continue to move along with the music and "cuci mata"... my buddy...he's still here. Then i remembered. Oh Shit...tomorrow i got another outstation trip to Bahau (Eastern Negeri Sembilan near Pahang) told him that i wanted to go back early, he mumbled something in Tagalog...and said that he is here alone and wife took the car. @^$^)!*~)#%@)$(%3... Again.
It was 2.30. FINALLY the pub/disco close for da day. took him into my car, drove him back home. Wife as usual is waiting in da living room waiting. "he's drunk again?" she asked. i just smiled while dragging Alex's ass to the living room. "You okay? Can go back or not?" she asked again. I just nodded and said that I can manage. "Take care and be careful then" as she closes the gate of her bungalow...
So...at 3.30, it happened. I almost reached my home in Seremban. Yes...finally...i have been tired lately because of the short working month in Feb, need to catch up on my sales and my paperwork, so used up alot of my energy and i was almost flat on battery...need to really take a rest. About 5 kms away from the Senawang Exit, there's a rest area. Then, i saw the container trailer in front of me is like...erratic...sometimes drive straight...then snake left and right...Uh Oh... better step on it and faster overtake it. downshifted gear...floored the throttle...and hence...at somewhere above 150km/h, something happened that made me regret my decision for the rest of my life.
Yes, I crashed. The trailer decides to make an IMAGINARY right hand turn when i was halfway overtaking it. I got no where to go, there are roadworks going on, and it just flew off the road and the rest...i dunno. I passed out. As i regain consciousness, i realised i was UPSIDE DOWN. SHIT! FUCK! I OVERTURNED. i cant see a bloody thing, i smell petrol, and i am in bloody pain! Okay...think. reached to the glove compartment for my torchlight...looked around...okay...let go of the safety belt first (THANK GOD I WEAR SAFETY BELT EVERY TIME I DRIVE) and i fell down. OuCh..Stupid decision. Looked for an exit...the rear window smashed...okay...as i crawl i found my handphone (the stupid brick still works!) i cant move my right leg...have to use my hand to drag the right leg.
As i came out of the car, then only i felt all the body pain. i thought i fractured a rib, right leg and my right collarbone...in the longkang i actually found my pack of smokes and lighter...and took one straightaway. called the helpline at the back of the PLUS Transit Ticket and report that i crashed somewhere between Senawang Exit and Senawang Rest Area.
Weird..no Call man (tow truck fella) around...police not around...not even people stopped by to check on me...dazed, confused, blur, tired, i pass out again.
I woke up the second time as the police called me checking if i'm alright. by that time there are quite a number of people there already...Blur sotong as i am at that time i even have trouble remembering my name! They pulled me to their Police truck and ask me to rest there while they take care of the car for me. then i saw a tow truck pulling my car upright...
Came down just to take a few pictures of the car...as i rummaged around in the cockpit full of pineapple tarts (i bought 12 packs, only 4 remained intact), i noticed my wallet is missing! SHIT. searched high and low for it, even went a few hundred feet away from the crash site just to find out that i crashed a few hundred feet away and overturned twice...
How can i get into this SHIT? i did not have any accidents for the past 5 years. this is the only the second major accident in 10 years ever since i overturned my 6 month old Wira 1.8 at Federal Highway...
To cut the story short, i went back home thanks to the Highway Patrol, the car heads to the Seremban 2 Police station to have its "handsome" picture taken, as i got home my mom was horrified of what happened, my sis almost cried, and my dad, as usual, kept quiet. made a few calls to cancel my Credit card, ATM, and called my boss to inform what happened. then, i crashed to bed. Thousands of calls came in later ( i remember i send sms to a few of my friends and colleagues informing about the accident ) and i just do not have the energy to pick up, let alone the mood to do so. The patrol advised me not to make any police report till i dun smell like a drunk ass (HELLO? I WAS NOT DRUNK!) but my mind was to settle all my stuffs and get my spare car up and running, get it back to street legal and re-register for road use by this week ( remember my previous blog? Nevermind... i got another episode coming up )
Borrowed some cash from my mom, did my replacement I/C and License, made my police report and along the way, answering thousands of calls asking what happened/am i alright/not yet dead/how come like this/like that/why so stupid/when can start work <-- this one is classic la... i injured la boss...aiyo...and went to the workshop that towed my car to take some pics and search and retrieve some of my stuffs that are still there. Told the fella to take care of my audio stuffs in there as currently they are more valuable than the junk now.
Later that evening my pain and bruises got unbearable. Went to the hospital for X-Ray. Thank god, no fractures. Just bruises. no wound, no blood, no impact to the head...and got me thinking. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING ALL THIS WHILE?
I should have rest when i'm tired,
I should have stop when i think i had enough,
I should not go back that late,
I should not have driven so fast,
I should not be so stubborn and just rest first before you go back!
Too many "i should"...Too many "what if"... why dont we just DO IT and then make the changes?
I COULD HAVE DIED IN THERE! If there is really an afterlife, i could be banging my balls thinking the same thing as above! shit, what about my family? my buddies? people who know me? people i am in love with? GOD... why am i so selfish?
Alex called. Apologising profusely for what happened to me in which i partly blame him, and said to me that no more late night out for him. Yeah Right. Knowing this fella, first few months tada hal one, then after back to normal, he also back to normal...hehe..whatever. At least i got the message through to all my clients. NO MORE LATE NIGHT OUTS FOR ME~! PLEASE LET ME GO HOME BY 1 AM. =P hahaha...
The thing is, i would like all of you to always think before you act. Think of your loved ones. Think of the consequences. Especially while driving. If you think speeding at 200km/h on Federal Highway in the rush hour traffic gives you massive orgasms, Think of what happens when a car decides to block your lane and you have no where to go...
Especially festive seasons. As you drive to meet your loved ones, PLEASE, TAKE CARE and always ALERT on the road. Rest areas are there on highways for a reason. I will make full use of it in the future when i go outstation.
I'm more thankful that i'm still alive without SERIOUS injuries, NO wounds, can still walk, talk, eat, sleep, sms, online...hahaha.. yeah. if you see me on the streets of kl and seremban, you wont notice the pain i'm in because it's all internal. Blue black on my leg, arms, collarbone and my ribs. Just try not to poke me when you see me around. =P
In Which, I can't help it to post his drunk ass face on the web... =P
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......
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