Luck Deserted Me…

Pride Comes Before A Fall“… I’m sure all of you are aware of this old adage and wise saying. But I made a cardinal sin of not heeding it. The past few days had been a nightmare for me and I’m just trying to find my way out of this hell-hole as best I could. A couple of heart-stopping moments came my way almost back-to-back and I kinda felt as though my luck had run out.

Remember in my last entry, I mentioned about being a speed demon and stunt driver??? I dunno how most of you took those comments. Some felt I was bragging, some felt I was being a show-off. When I typed that, I was stating in a matter-of-fact tone rather than blowing my own trumpet. But those words came back to haunt me. Last Thursday I met with a car accident. However it was not due to speeding nor attempting any dangerous lane-cuttings. I was tired after working out at Bugis Junction‘s California Fitness gym and I was on the way home when I hit the car in front of me. I had closed my eyes for awhile but those precious few seconds proved to be crucial and insurmountable. It did not help that I only had less than 4 hours of sleep the previous night, no thanks to playing my Playstation 2 console.

My first reaction when I hit the car was one of horror and shock. Not because of the damage to the other car but I was wondering to what extent was the damage on my father’s car cos he would definitely kill me for it and ban me from driving his car ever again. The car I hit, a Hyundai Accent, was so bad that its boot could not be closed. The amazing thing was, my father’s car only had the front registration plate smashed and the left side of the bumper protruding out. Thanks to my old friend Bazlin, who’s working at Independent Disaster Assessment Centre (IDAC) and the one who tended to my case (to my surprise as I did not know she was working there), certain things were waived away, but a significant burn of the pocket was still ensured. I was just fortunate that I came out of it alive or had no injuries to show for.

Then last Saturday, I lost my Nokia 6260 at Orchard Cineleisure. I only realised it when Aida and me were reaching Al-Falah Mosque to perform Maghrib. I had already lost one handphone on 1st May when I was holidaying in Kuala Lumpur. That’s $398 gone down the drain, not to mention the various video clips of the Singapore Fireworks Festival and that of Nurin Diyanah‘s (Aida’s niece) antics. A good thing I still had my old Nokia 7200 so I just replaced it with a new sim card. But I’ve lost some of the contacts I’ve added between May till last Saturday so that includes some of you guys reading this (Diana Hairul, Aliyah, Silent Mode, Momma Reen etc). So give me a buzz please so I can save your number in my handphone again.

Watched “Herbie: Fully Loaded” and “The Longest Yard” last Saturday. The first movie was so-so, watched it just to watch Lindsay Lohan‘s cute face while the latter was much better as it had an all-star cast in Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, Burt Reynolds, Courteney Cox-Arquette, rapper Nelly, James Cromwell and ex-World Wrestling Entertainment wrestlers Kevin Nash, Bill Goldberg and “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. The latter was a riot and for entertainment value, I suggest you guys go watch it. I was laughing so hard till perhaps I forgot about my handphone.

Working out at California Fitness gym is fun. But it’s kinda intimidating for me seeing so many people with beautiful and well-sculpted bodies which I can only dream of but dunno if I could possess. But they have the whole paraphernalia to really work off every inch of your body. The place is also quite full of egos as can be seen by some of the trainers preening away in front of the mirrors flexing their muscles, which is quite a turn-off really cos they don’t have to show-off. I might take a year to reach that kind of trim and fit stage. First things first, I need to cut down the sinful food that I love to consume namely Roti Prata, Kebabs, fast food etc and the ultimate vice: 7-11‘s Coca-Cola Slurpee

Anyway, I was told to look after myself prior to my wedding. My mum was telling me time and time again how prone soon-to-be-brides-and-grooms are to accidents and mishaps. It’s what the old people describe as “Darah Manis“. She was in an “I told you so!!!” mode when she heard about the accident, warning me not to return home so late, exercise caution blah blah blah, and all because of this “Darah Manis” thingy. Seriously I don’t subscribe to this nonsense about the “blood being sweet” thingy cos it’s just some old wives’ tale to scare us into staying home and behave before the wedding. To me, whatever is not in Islam, I can dismiss it away but I still hold her advice dearly and will listen to it and not because of the stupid “Darah Manis” thingy. Shit happens in life and if it’s fated, then so be it. All we can do is to minimise all possibilities, be wary and be cautious of our well-being and surroundings…

P.S. To all of you who had been asking about my father’s health and praying for his recovery, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. He was discharged last Thursday and is slowly on the road to regaining full health. Thank you once again…