christal's nightmare....

of all things... accidents on roads are always nightmares....

while i was picking Eve up from her place, out side her apartment security house, i reversed; my back bumper knock into this *angry* guy's proton wira, just right above his back wheel.

it happens around 8:15pm

we both came down & saw his damages. eve saw the man but she juz stands there. My car was blocking the whole road. So i told him i drove out 1st. Then, eve juz walk towards my car... as i drove further & further... She told me the Wira guy did not came out, I was actually in my locked car, waiting for him. Mana tahu dunno where he went, so we both flee out of that area... for... dinner... haha...

*dunt think so the guy know eve, coz he did not see me & eve talk... haha...*

After dinner, when i went up to Eve's house to get some stuff from her, I wore a black jacket over my shirt. Takut the guy can recognise me.... * i actually cant regocnise him, coz it was dark & i was more concerned over his car damage then his face. haha. * But while walking to eve's apartment, she said she saw the guy, she cant really recognise him too. but we both cabut... haha...

i was still a bit takut over that incident.... after i left eve's place.

that was not the HIGHLIGHT of the story...

About 15 minutes after i left from Eve's place... while i was cutting lanes... Cant remember what road was that but the same road as Titiwangsa St. *hope i got the st.'s name right too*. I was cutting lanes while my car was at Halt before that. So i was moving very slow, I see my side mirror a few times before I cut lanes. Two motorbikes speed past me. The First one managed to pass through but the 2nd bike left handle knocks on my right side mirror.

BANG!!!!!!

I was still in my driver's seat position.
I was shocked to heard the big loud 'bang'.
I do not know to get down from the car, or not. Coz I was all alone in the dark.
I saw his bike & him turn together on the floor. *he claimed his helmet went off, which i wasn't sure coz i was too shocked*
I saw his bike & him came to a halt position.
I grab my mobile & went down from my car.
I locked my cars, incase some stupid idiot tries to curi stuff from my car. *although i remembered i've kept all valuebles in the bonet*
I asked the man is he alright. * I did not dared to touch him, incase might hurt him more* or he might have HIV, which is transmitted through open wounds.* Indians always look scary to me. I know i'm racist... Don't care!!!
He shooked his head. * I tooked it as a 'yes, i'm alright*
He request me to send him home.
I said go to the hospital.
He said his mom is a nurse.
I told him go hospital.
Atlast, I drove him back coz i've no idea where is the nearest hospital or clicnic or watsoever. *i'm so unfamiliar with that place*
As if a nurse mom can help you out.... -_-"
While i was driving, with him in the car, I was quite scared too. Some injured indian in my car, his friends help him took his bike & left the accident scene ...
All I could think of, is to call a friend & tell what happened to me & where am I going. *learned from watching movies & TVB series*
The hardest would be where am I going? Coz i've no idea where am I going.
I lived in Sentul Flat. * i think it's Sentul, not really sure too*
I shouted, Where is Sentul Flat? *incase he fainted, shout to keep him awake*
He told me the directions, only i realise i come to some dark housing flats area.
I start to feel a little panic.
So i called 'Kevin', my housemate....
The call went into his Voice Mail.
I'm like... Oh, SHIT!!!!... who else to call...
I remembered his brother, which is also my another housemate. * I cant remembered what happened but somehow i did not managed to get him too*.
Tried Kevin again but still cant get him
My 'Last 10 Called list' next name was "Adrian RIKL"
I juz called him & asked, "Are you still in KL?"
He said, "Yes." *Thankfully*
I blurted out what happened to me & what am I doing at the moment.
Trying to explain where am I heading to. Told him my surroundings.
I think he said he was at somewhere in BB Plaza at that time... did not really heard him also...
He said he can come over.
I asked for directions what to do.

I did all the 'callings' while I was driving & sending him.

Ofcourse I takut like gila la. All I could think of is to send him for medical attention first.
Reached his flat, its dark & no one seems to care about it. Two old fellas walk pass us. I asked him what to do?
He asked me to open the door for him. *coz i've already turn off the car engine.
His skin sweats, sure sweat la... Pain & takut...
I could see blood.
I wasn't really scared of the blood... but from what i saw earlier happened to him, I'm scared of his internal injuries lebih.
He bleeds... then only i realised... his blood kena my Pooh tissue box.
I quickly detached the hanging Pooh tissue box hanging behind & passes him some tissue to wipe off his blood first. *cis, mengotorkan Pooh aq je*



We waited at his flat's carpark... I do not know what was he waiting for? I grab my bag and sitted in the driver's seat continue calling for help!!!!

He then asked me to call some numbers... not sure who is it.. but i just dialled.

He went little unconcious while telling me the numbers halfway.
I panic bit.
But his friends appeared at the moment. Talk to him & stuff.
I continue calling people...
I called my mom.
I called my dad.
Texted Eve about it.
I called Adrian, to check if he knows the way.
Then out of a sudden, atleast 20 indians fella came out.
They all talked in Indian. I've no idea what they were saying.
But some seems angry although they're not involve at all.
I started praying to God and hope nothing goes wrong.
Since they talked in Indian, I talked to Adrian on the phone in Cantonese. *to make them wonder too, haha*

The injured guy, still lying on my back seat repeated himself, he do not want medical attention.
BODOH punya... sure badan sendiri ada tahi d... Do not want to go to hospital. *learned from TVB series*
I wanted to send them to GH but they insist to go to a private hospital.
Still trying to blame me that it's my fault.
Then I objected to go to a private hospital
I will not bear the medical cost. It's going to cost atleast almost RM 1K in a private hospital.
I know medical fees are expensive. *i see my grandparents go check-up already cost a few hundred bucks* & also my frequent visits to hospitals...
They insist to go to a private hospital still.
Then his friends marah-ed me for not sending him to hospital or clicnic.
I said your friend inside my car do not want to go. What can I do?
After more Indian talking, I drove off with 3 of his friends in my car to the nearest clinic.
While I drove off, one of the Indian outside kick hardly on my car.
One of the Indian in the car actually scoulded his friends for doing that.
While they were directing me to the nearest clinic, they actually told me not to worry.
They actually consulted me 'NOT TO WORRY'.
I continue driving and did not actually bother to talk to them too.
Only the 3rd clinic we reached is open, when the first 2 clinic we went wrote 24 HOURS but closed. bodoh punya.
They send him into the clinic ASAP and the doctor attended to him.
I stayed outside the clinic and called Adrian again.
To check if he's arriving soon.
Or he's lost.
I read him an adress I saw near the clinic.
Somehow, some pass-by Indian uncle told me the directions and I managed to tell him my location.
I still do not know where am I at the moment.
The surroundings aren't much to describe as there's not much landmark.

After minutes which seems hours to me... he finally appeared.
I was more relieved then.
After all the waiting & surrounded by lots of Indians which I do not know them here came someone I knew.
*all this while of trying to stay clam infront of the Indians, hoping they will not bully me*
I walk up calmly to him, although i'm still takut, kaget, worried & everything else.
He came out calmly from his car too with a pack of ciggies.
Then the Indians came bugging around us & introduced themselves to him. *weird huhh*
They wanted to befriended him & talk things out.
All started smoking awhile.
I just stood there and they talk a bit.

Then me, like 'lok hau kung', telling statement to police, I told Adrian what happened.
From the beginning to the end.
He somehow took it from there & talked to them.
Asked them what happened?
To listen to their side of the story.
They're trying to argue i'm in the wrong.
5 indians talking to 1 chinese.
Then they tried to overpower us by being loud.
But that seems impossible.
We are not fighting-things-out. We want to talk.
Then he asked them to send a representative to talk.
No more 1 talking to 5. Tired. Need to repeat the same things over 5 times.
So 1 volunteered....
Trying to talk things out. I somehow got tired over the talking & just sat on my car bonet.
No really listening to their conversation.
I've already told him what happened.
So he's my rep.... haha.

I was tired and hungry & still worried.
Then those indians asked us to go see his injured friend.
Adrian wanted to know his condition and talk to the doctor.
His fingers got fractured, need a few stiches on on his knee and 1 on his face. * as i could remember*

Moments later, Kevin arrived with Adrian's directions.

Kevin; my housemate, my God Brother, an insurance agent, a financial advisor.
Kevin listens to the conversation between Adrian & the other indians.
I told him the whole story.
Gave his point from 'Insurance' Point of View.
The best sollutions. Called a few of his friends for advises.
Called my mom and report to her about me.
Coz i'm still in quite shock condition talk on a phone.

The injured mother came. She seems educated.
She sounds really in the medical line. * a nurse*
The injured's brother seems educated too.
Both dont really seems to be over worried over the injured son.
Just hope he's still alive.
I think the mom dunt really have high hopes for this son too. haha.

The talking and waiting at the clinic ends around 1:00 AM.

The final solution was... we absorb the medical fees in the clinic, RM200 & pay up RM300.
Total sum was RM 500.

Bodoh punya SENTUL indians!!!.... But they cannot have any of our numbers & address.
They actually called a friend who works in a lawyer firm.
Earlier someone told me, he's a police, then when he introduce with his namecard or rather his boss's name card, only to know he handles such accident cases in a lawyer firm.
We still do no know what's his position. haha.

So after bayar, we have no connections at all with them.

Kevin's advice was also to settle with $$$ coz, his friends said if call in the cops, might stir up lots of trouble. They looks like Sentul Indians gangsters.

*and worst of for the night is, my driving license is expired*
yes i told both of my rep about it. that's why we did no went straight to the police.
but if his medical bills ends up more than RM500 or RM1K, we still will turn up to the police and claim insurance. Even though i kena fine.

Through out the whole night, the indians did not know my license is expired. They actually said out loud that the bike driver got license and everything from the beginning. But i suspect he doesn't. Coz he rather go home than to go for medical attention.

That's trying to get me to claim my insurance. For his bike. Coz as Kevin/Adrian * i cant rmbr again* told me, bike rarely buy third-pary insurance.

Another advice from Kevin, since my license is as good as dead, i can't claim third-party insurance for him too.

So concluded with the sum of $$$. And to avoid any other follow-ups from the Indians, we paid.
They even treaten to injured my car during the negociations of the sum to pay.

That's quite the whole story as I could remember. Trying to write as true as possible.



Special thanks to both the guy who came to my rescue.
Adrian & Kevin..... the heroes of the NIGHT!!!....
A sight preview of them both.



Above: Adrian

Below: Kevin

i would also like to take this apportunuty to thank all my friends for their concerns...

I'm still in one BIG piece. To those who sms-ed, called & MSN-ed.

Only my right side mirror gone & $$$ hilang. I've learned my lesson.

so that was my story... long winded huhh... dunt care... haha....

To the rest, drive safe... anywhere & everywhere...

When i reached home, My another housemate actually asked me, "Why you did not take pictures?"

I was too shocked and panic i think... haha.. should have took lots of pics...

Then can use them for my ROAD SAFETY CAMPAIGN... cis... no MOCK-UP... all real scene & BLOOD... hehehe...

i really regret for not taking pictures lo... Not even ONE!!!!!

For the mean time, I need help. Any one available tmrw morning to send me to JPJ to re-new my driving license? My car is not in the condition to drive out to KL City.

Please sms or call me.

Thanks lots for reading such a long post.