Haiz! Another sad post coming up. My momma always said, life is like a box of chocolate. You will never know what comes next. Hell no! I do. Not really been able to tell how life is going to be like. But I can guarantee that it won't be as nice as Forest's life. Last week was yet another torture of my own sanity again. Testing again what I called by the challenge of life and luck.
Life has been cruel to me this year and it hasn't been stopping since it has started. My ordeal of torture is still a long time await as I wait patiently for this year to finish. I really couldn't stand what has happened and this year...my puzzles is really a mess. Lots of anger, frustration, sadness and emotionless (stone).
Last week, was a torture. Not only did I get what I have expected to predict this week out of the yearly review for one day, I had to top my week with friendship problems for 2 days which has completely thrown me off balance. On top of that, this problem has not even been resolved yet though I already have the answer of NO with me to start off a relationship as I always believe that dating a student is not my cup of tea. You can't really force someone to drink tea when he doesn't really have a passion for it.
And when I thought I could relax during the weekend, I met with an accident while I was about to park my car near to my condominium. Sad! The incident happened like this:
I was on my way back from UPM with Sailo after getting my certs finally. After dropping Sailo off, I drove back home wanting to take a bath and to prepare myself before I head out to 1U. While I drove my way up to the hill, I put on my signal light to indicate that I wanted to make a U turn. Out of a sudden, I heard a loud banged and I saw one dude doing some Superman fly. The next thing I knew was my heart beating like some crazy idiot wanting to explode. A remp-it (like how Sailo wrote it), crashed into my car and has caused me a few more days of miserly including today to be precise and it is still on going by the way. The next thing I saw was that Bozo sitting there holding his chest in pain. Thank god to one Brother and one Sister who live in Pantai Hillpark, helped me both of us to stay calm. According to him, Superman couldn't see my signal light and crashed into mine (Poor me). He didn't die (Lucky ass hole as he didn't wear a helmet) but only come down with some bruises on both wrists. The Brother asked me to take him to the nearest clinic but along the way, I have to wait for all his gang-starz to come to the rescue which put me in a hopeless situation. I called my 3rd bro for help and my house mate too. Superman being Superman refused to go to the clinic and I basically have to wait for him for 15 minutes before all his members arrived and finally found one who was willing to go with him. Should have let him be in pain huh. Anyhow, I drove him to Mediviron to have a check up and to see if he has had any major injuries in him or not. While on the way, I chatted with him and found out that Pantai Hillpark is really not as peaceful as it used to be thank to DBKL for giving directive to YTL to remove the stupid barricade from the main entrance. Now, our area has turned into one Mat Rempit areas. Superman even told me that there are lots of different groups hanging around the area as when we were going downhill, I asked him if the bikers whom we met along the way were his friends and he said no. Those are other members. I was totally shocked of the news and now I also know why my Atoz was smashed last time and I suspected it was them. This is all thanks to DBKL for making Pantai Hillpark such a 'nice' place to stay already all thanks to the stupid community hall which I found that it was a waste of money and is utterly useless.
Anyhow...back to the story. I drove Superman to the clinic and the doctor told me that it was just bruises but to be on the save side, has asked me to take him to the hospital for a check up and so I did. The hospital in UM looks grand but bear in mind, I swear that if I only have small minor problems, I am so not going back there. I have to wait 2 hours for him just to be checked by kind Dr Farid who can't speak Malay and scolded Superman for not wearing helmet (not that he was wearing one in the first place. He was lying). I was happy as someone was giving him a piece of their mind on my behalf. During the process of waiting, I was very thankful that I had Sailo, Pei Yeen, Rajani and Jason at my side and if not, I might end up being totally bonkers. At least they are my source of anger shout out for the entire week events. One shot, I have complained to 4 people and maybe that was the reason why am I so OK now.
In the hospital, I have waited for 2 hours from 7.00 to 9.30 pm only to find Dr. Farid who gave us the permission to admit Superman to do the needed X Ray. Once we were done with the X Ray, I have to wait until 10.30 pm before we were called to see Dr. Farid again where he told us the news that Superman was OK and there were no fracture in him.
Once done....we went back to his bengkel where I saw lots of his members there. Along the process...there were 2 of him members which looks furious enough to give me a scared. One of them even told Jason that it was obviously my fault for putting up the signals in less than 14 seconds. I wonder where they have learnt that. But I didn't want to argue cause one of them told Jason that it is best if we settle this so that we won't have any problems whenever we met up later. If that the case, then I could really understand what he meant.
From RM 440 to fix his stupid bike, I managed to discount it back to RM 250. reluctantly, I still give it to him for the fear that I still need to stay in Pantai Hillpark for another 1 more year before I can finally move back to Cheras. So...I paid and my pocket has gone RM 250 thinner. Haiz!
By the time I reached home, it was already 12.30 am and that was a Sunday already and I haven't even taken my bath yet after badminton with Khang, Jun and Fab. Normal kakis that I would like to extend my thanks to also as if without them....I won't even remember how badminton is like. XD
Regardless, I got back. Ate Mee Goreng Ayam with Jason and then I turned the night out as I couldn't take it any longer. Over exhausted.
I woke up at around 10.30 am the next morning feeling sore all over. I pushed myself out of bed and finally called my mom to tell her that I need to go to the temple. I had breakfast with Jason before I went to fetch mom to the temple. I brought my nephew and niece along to Thean Hou Temple. It was nice but a bit small though. I prayed like how mom asked me to pray. I haven't forgotten how I had done it last time and I just went ahead. Finally, I made my wish and got 2 papers out of it. One for asking why am I being so bad luck this year and one for my career. My luck one read "One need not to rack one's brains to achieve the goal for it is fated by providence. A good deed will in return be well rewarded or vice versa." Not that I don't want to believe in it, but at least I have prayed and found an answer to it. I hope. With that, we finally decided to head home and while on the way...mom took some flowers and some lime leaves for me to take bath later. I drove to PJ to eat 'tong sui' in KTZ (a branch in PJ and not the one I went with DiDi and Mui) and have waited for my sister in law to join us too. Once done with dessert, I drove the whole family back with Pantai to pick up Jason to cut his hair in Cheras. My place. We headed there, dropped Jason off while I proceed to bathe with the flowers in cold water. After bathing, I waited for Jason before we had dinner in the house as mom cooked for us. We took dinner and headed back to Pantai because I still needed to make my police report in case I wanted to claim insurance. Heading down to Pantai, the police asked me to go to the Balai Polis Traffic in Petaling Street and so we went.
Once there, I drove into the station only to be asked to park opposite the station. Man...this was a classic case where Malaysia is really boleh in anything. I went to file a report only to be told rudely by the cop on duty that I need to fill in a form. Hello...this is not my 2nd time coming to that station OK. I followed the sample only to notice that there was a notice that asked us to put the form back to Kaunter 3. So I did. After a few minutes, the lady cop called me and the first question she asked was....Tahu menaip kah? I said 'yes'. The rest was culture shocked. I ended up typing my own report following the sample given. Me...being a temporary police man, typing my own accident report. Aiks! Malaysia Boleh! After being commented by the cop for putting a few mistakes here and there for writing it in Malay, I have to save my own report and to double check before I have to send it to be printed too. =.=" Once the report was done, I was send to see Sergeant Zainol where I was prompt for some questions before pictures were taken as proof. Once done with the police investigation, I headed to Mid Valley. Thank god I only had RM 20 at that time or else I might end up buying more things than before because I was really depressed by what has happened for the past 5 days. Sad as it may seen....I was depressed. We went back home at around 10.30 pm....tried to fulfill my responsibility only to be told by Sailo that he was asleep. Celaka...and I thought he was studying. Ceh! Anyhow....I read Shin Cha after that in silent moment and finally got to bed at 12.30 am. The next monday (today) was a history.
Due to the full blast Saturday and Sunday where I tried to be fake....I somehow burst on Monday and finally shocked my J6 and T1 by being super moody. Bad Monday I guessed....but after listening and sobering over My Immortal (Dun listen to that song while you are sad coz the lyrics are very powerful in certain verse), I felt better. But than...I really appreciated what Car and Jia have done as a friend and it was very sweet of them. At least....I know that I am more than a normal friend. THANK YOU!
