My Dear Readers!

Happy Saturday!

And now to uplift your Saturday.

Listen to this song!

I mean it.. you have to listen to it!!!

This has got to be one of my favourite songs of all time.

Listen to it and tell me that you didn’t end up humming to it the rest of your Saturday.

I am a really proud Malaysian.

Honestly, I never always used to be like that. I had a turbulent young adulthood with a very tiny sense of patriotism.

I had no idea how it felt like to be a patriot and the hours of Pendidikan Moral and Sejarah back at school never really helped much even though I aced both subjects in SPM.

It was only when I left for the UK that I began to understand what being a Malaysian really meant.

There I was heading to UCL, the 3rd oldest university in the UK (after Oxford and Cambridge) off to study Economics at a faculty full of students from all over the world. I made friends with British, Americans, Russians, Israelis, Japanese… they came from all over the world to represent their respective countries in that faculty. I on the other hand, came along with 4 Malaysians to represent Malaysia.

It is only when you sit in a room full of people from all over the world that your national identity suddenly comes closer to heart.

People would ask me where I was from and whenever I said “Malaysia”, nobody ever said “Where’s that?”

They all nodded their heads and often said something like
“Oh I love your twin towers!!! That has got to be the most beautiful building on the planet!”.

It is at moments like this that I began to feel proud of where I came from.

Then there were the friends I hung out with.

There were the two nice Singaporean girls there that I met in my first year. The first Hong Kong girl I met in my lecture that I almost fell for. And even the first Japanese I met when I was there, his name is Koichi. Yes, my reaction in the picture came right after I said.

“HOLY SHIT YOU’RE A JAPANESE!!! I’VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!!!”

Then there was the group of Asians that I hung out with. Some of us were from China, some from Singapore, some from Hong Kong, and one of my very best friends Hasan, from the middle-east.

But being 10,000 KM away from home, sometimes it feels good to be around a group of Malaysians… to talk or even curse like a Malaysian.

People that will understand you when you say “Oi!!! Pundek!!!”

And for that I had a friend or two like Michelle who went to London with me all the way from Penang. Or Alina Rashid, one of my best friends back at UCL. And a group of friends that followed me to London right after we finished our A-levels here at Help Institute.

I remember this very moment when the group of us Malaysians stood in this picture in Leicester Square. It was only a few months since we all touched down in London and we were walking around Leicester Square.

One of us hustled and said
“THIS IS THE FAMOUS LEICESTER SQUARE!!! LETS TAKE A PIC HERE TO MARK OUR ARRIVAL!!!”

And take a picture we did.

I spent 3 years in London with these friends of mine. 3 years sounds like a long time but it sure felt very short. Before I knew it, the time came for us to start making plans about what to do after graduation.

Many of my friends were adamant about finding a job and staying in the UK.

But my mind was clear from the start. I wanted to go home.

Even my friends back home were shocked when I told them that. “Why? Why do you want to come back here? Life there is so much better, better standard of living, cold weather, equal rights.. you name it!”.

I admitted that the dear country that brought us up was not perfect.

But that just made me want to go back even more to somehow, make a change. It didn’t matter if I would be earning in Ringgit instead of pounds. It didn’t matter.

What mattered was that I went overseas to find myself… and now that I had found myself it was time to go home.

I did come home and along with Ming, we started Nuffnang which is something Malaysian that has caught the eyes of even those on other side of the world.

I really am proud to be Malaysian… I am. So when one of my business associates-cum-friend Chan, the CEO of Exabytes told me about his company’s Merdeka initiatives I offered myself to help, which is why you see a little Merdeka logo at the bottom right of my blog. Sure, the nice Chan gave another incentive for people to support the cause by giving away prizes like a Sony Ericsson Phone or a Logitech Wireless Mouse & Keyboard.

But as for me… being Malaysian is enough to support any initiative like that.

Dear Malaysia… it feels good to be home.

Last Sunday, I was invited to give a speech at an event organized by Putera MIC: Bloggers’ Buff.

One of the organizers Mahendran gave me a call weeks earlier and invited me to give a speech. I was supposed talk about “Blogging as an Income Generator”.

Something I feel that someone like Chanlilian is far more qualified to talk about, but then again, I guess I was expected to go up and share Nuffnang with the 60 odd people expected to attend the event.

It had been such a busy and turbulent week for me. My eye injury put me out of commission for a few days and when I finally got well again on Friday, I had a backlog of work so I didn’t manage to prepare for the speech until Saturday night, just a night before.

I knew I was in trouble.

That night, I sat in front of my Mac with Word open. Trying to figure out at least what I was about to say.

I was a little nervous.

Now I’m used to talking to a room full of people with all the marketing pitches I do at Nuffnang.

In fact, I love doing these pitches, I love the adrenaline that flows through my veins when I’m up there talking about Nuffnang… but this was a SPEECH… somehow it made it a little different for me.

I struggled with my Mac and drafted out something quickly. Shortly after I went to bed and said a little prayer.

“Dear God… whatever it is, please don’t let me make a fool of myself tomorrow.. I promise I’ll spend more time preparing my next speech”.

The next morning I woke up with my nerves somehow a little numb. I got into the car and just drove straight to the event.

I saw a few familiar faces there and shook the hands of many people there who seemed to somehow have heard of me before.
First there was an introduction by the MC.

And then a speech by a VIP who I didn’t meet earlier since he was waiting in the VIP Room.

The organizers actually told me that I was supposed to be in the VIP Room when I arrived, but I told them I felt much more comfortable out here mixing with everyone else.

Then the time came for me to give my speech.

When my name was called, I sat still for a split second with many thoughts racing through my head.

I thought that the easy way out would be to read from the script I had prepared. But I hate speeches like that. I really do. And I was determined not to give one like that.

I walked up to the front with a folded piece of paper in my hand. Inside, my speech all written out just in case I f*ck up.

Then I closed that piece of paper and decided to let it come naturally.

My heart whispered to me
“You are here to talk about something you believe in, something you have put your time, money and heart into for the past year… just talk naturally. If people don’t like your speech, they might at least appreciate your sincerity”.

I stood in front of the room and the words came out of my mouth on its own.

I don’t remember how I started.

But I did remember asking the audience to indulge in some interactiveness and to feel free to interrupt me at any time if they have any questions or anything at all to add in. They did and that made a difference.

The speech was if anything… fun.

Everyone was laughing not at jokes made by me, but even by the audience themselves.

Then came the Q&A session where we opened up questions to the floor.

For a minute there I thought
“Okay this is the part where everyone sits still and doesn’t say anything because we’re all shy here”.

But I was wrong.

I remember Danny Foo asking the first question and after that it opened up a floodgate of questions from everyone all around the room.

It’s funny how people sometimes can perceive you as if you’re someone bigger than you really are.

Halfway during my speech, a man in his fifties put up his hand to ask
“So have you joined the league of young millionaires yet Timothy?”

My answer to him was frank.

“Obviously NOT”.

I told the room that my first year at Nuffnang is not going to be about making money, but making sure that we get our product right.

Making sure, that each campaign we run, is an utter success, building a perfect portfolio that will easily convince more advertisers in future to tap into blog advertising.

If I fail in doing this, blog advertising in Malaysia will never take off and I will have failed our blogging community.

If we succeed, then blog advertising will truly take off and we will all have built a sustainable medium of advertising.

I was supposed to speak for 15 minutes, including my Q&A session, but the whole session if I remembered it correctly lasted for over 45 minutes until Mahendran had to signal to me saying
“Tim… time’s up!”.

Everyone in the room seemed happy at the end of the speech and I didn’t catch anyone sleeping throughout the speech.

The event turned out to be quite a success.

Even with Kenny Sia giving everyone a surprise visit just before I left.

To the organizers… thank you very much for planning this wonderful event.

Oh oh… and after my speech, I got myself a little souvenir.
Which turned out to be this cool little pen holder.

WOOHOO!!

This post is sequel to my previous entry about my near death experience.

After posting up that entry, so many of you guys commented. All saying that we should make a police report.

One important thing that I almost oversaw was what some of you brought up… that if we don’t report the bitch, she might hurt someone else in future.

So on Saturday afternoon, Samantha and I headed to the police station to file a police report.

We walked into the quiet Subang Jaya police station and asked the friendly policeman at counter what to do to make a police report.

He directed us to a booth where Samantha was supposed to write an essay on what happened.

At first, Samantha shot a very worried look at me…. thinking that she was going to have to write and describe everything in BM (she can’t speak BM to save her life, let alone WRITE).

But on the front of the booth pasted was an English sample of the report… meaning… she could write about it in English…

She was overjoyed.

She sat down and wrote away furiously.Samantha said that the policeman who filed the report joked with her on a few occasions.

First, he asked her if the guy she walked in with (ME) was her boyfriend.

She said “Nooooo!!!” (Yes… apparently I’m not good enough for Samantha).

Then he said
“Are you sure? I think maybe the lady driver who tried to run you down must have been in love with your guy friend and got jealous when she saw you walking with him so she tried to run you both down… I’ve seen many cases like that.”

After filing her report, Samantha walked back into the waiting room and asked me if I had a crazy girl fan who would do such a thing.

I said…
“NOOOOO!!!!!!”…

I mean… I’m right right?

None of you would do such a thing right?

Well anyway, I don’t know if they would catch the bitch and even if they do, I don’t know what consequences she will face.

The cops are probably so busy trying to solve other more important murder, robbery or rape cases, I’m not sure if they could spare the time.

But in the event that they do, I look forward to the day when they’ll bring the bitch back in one of these cars.
And have her handcuffed and bitchslapped over and over again.

Then maybe if I’m lucky, they might give me a chance to try run her down with my car.

You know, put her in an empty car park or something with me in my car.

And then tell her
“Okay lady… your job is to last 60 seconds in here without Tim knocking you down with his car”.

I mean, if I get a chance like that… I’ll call it even.

(Anyone wanna lend me a 4WD or a tank? Anybody?? anyone?? nobody??? awww…)

I’m sorry to say, this post doesn’t have many pictures… you’ll understand why when you reach the end of the road.

Last night, I was out with Kenny, Eyeris, Icyqueengoddess, Samantha (Wen Qi) and David for supper.

We finished supper at about 12.30AM and we decided to meet next at Sunway Pyramid, looking for a place to chill for a while before we decided to call it a night.

It was just about 1AM by the time I parked my car somewhere between the One Academy and Sunway Pyramid. I started walking across to meet Kenny and the rest at Sunway Pyramid. Samantha was with me.
Pic: For those of you who forgot, Samantha is the pretty girl on the left.

We were chatting away just before we crossed the narrow one way street.

Naturally, I looked to my right to see if traffic was coming before we crossed. There was an old Honda Accord at the end of the street moving very very slowly so we decided that it was safe to cross the road.

We started walking, with Samantha on my left. Just as we took a few steps across the road I heard a loud engine roar to my right.

It was the Honda Accord and it was picking up speed so quickly it was obvious the driver was “flooring it”.

The Honda raced down the street towards us but a part of me thought he was going to slow down once he saw us crossing right in front of him.

He didn’t.

As the Honda got within a few meters of us I begin to realize that he wasn’t going to slow down, and even if he did at that point, he wouldn’t stop in time without hitting us.

I jumped out of the street and leaned towards a car parked on the other side of the road. Just as the palms of my hands felt the car I was leaning on, I felt the pressure of the Honda’s metallic body swift right behind me, missing me by an inch.

My heart sighed a second of relief until I heard a loud bang. I looked to my left in horror to see Samantha lying on the side of the road after being hit by the Honda.

Almost like a natural reaction I yelled

“FUCK!!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!”

And I reached down to her looking to see if she was bleeding seriously anywhere on her body.

She was conscious and like a brave woman she was, she said

“No I’m okay.. don’t worry. Just feeling some pain on my thigh”.

I couldn’t believe that such a hard impact only resulted in some scratches and bruises on her body.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything broken?”

She nodded and she stood up just to prove it.

As she did that I looked to the left again to see the Honda that almost killed us.

It stopped further up in front to for a while with the driver probably looking in his rear mirror if he killed anyone.

After he saw me looking back at him, he sped off. I couldn’t see inside the car.

But a witness ran up to us with a mobile phone in her hand and said

“Ini nombor kereta dia! Pemandunya perempuan!”
(This is her car number! The driver was a woman)

As I took the number down in my phone, the helpful witness said

“Belakang ada Klinik 24 jam. Cepat bawa dia pegi doktor”.

I nodded and looked at Samantha who was standing up with the help of the 2nd witness who was much closer to us when the accident happened.

I asked Samantha “Can you walk?“

She said “Yes… I can..“

As she limped with me all the way to the 24 hour clinic just 3 minutes walk away.

The Indian doctor at the clinic was calm when we barged into his room. He told Samantha to sit down while he examined her.

8 long terrifying minutes later, the doctor concluded that Samantha really had no bones broken or anything, just a few scratches and bruises.

In his own words he said “She must be bionic woman”.

We thanked the doctor and left his room to wait for the medicine he subscribed her.

That was then I saw for the first time that night, Samantha breaking down in tears.

I put my arm around her and asked “What’s wrong?”.

She said “Nothing nothing…”

I leaned closer to her and asked

“Do you want to make a police report? I have the bitch’s number plate”.

She said “No need… nothing’s wrong with me.. don’t need to go through all the hassle”.

We sat down on the waiting room couch that night.

I was thinking
“FUCKING CRAZY DRIVER BITCH.. I REALLY WANT TO REPORT HER TO THE COPS!!!”

She was thinking “I’m glad we’re okay..”

This morning I woke up early to head to the hospital for my appointment to see my doctor.

My appointment was to be between 9am-12pm and I was there at 9am sharp.

I got into the waiting room, and sat down.

Suddenly a nurse came up to me and said
“Mr Tiah, have you had your breakfast?”

I said
“Uhmm.. no.. why?”

She glanced at a sheet of paper she was holding and then looked right back at me with her big brown eyes
“Because uhmm… there are 13 people ahead of you, and you might have to wait for over an hour.”

Slightly furious I exclaimed
“WHAT?!?! BUT I AM SO EARLY!!!”

She gave me a rather sarcastic smile and whispered
“Well some of the people here.. were here since 5am….”.

So I also shy.

And decided to head back to the office first to make this blog entry then come back later.

Anyway, back to my story.

Yesterday after work, I brought the Nuffnang team to the new Lecka Lecka place in Penang!
We’re all grown men with little boys in us at Nuffnang.

In most other work places, after work people would go for HAPPY HOUR drinking.

But at Nuffnang, we go for ice-cream!

The place was as cozy as you can ever imagine it to be.

The 7 of us from the Penang office took control of an empty table there and sat around it.

Over our nice 94.99% fat free ice-cream, we chatted about all sorts of things, starting from the Transformers movie outing we had the night before.

Oh, forgot to mention that. Just the night before we planned a movie-outing for the Nuffnang team in Penang to watch Transformers, all under the expense of the company.
I almost had to give the movie a pass because of my eye injury, but I decided that LIFE MUST GO ON.

So I watched the movie with one eye and let me tell you this…. MEGAN FOX in Transformers… HOT HOT HOT… even when looking at her with ONE EYE.

Anyway back to Lecka Lecka.

One thing I learned from that outing is… when you’re out with a group of programmers, you can talk about everything else just for a while but sooner or later, everyone is going to be talking about programming all over again.

We were all quite excited back then because we had just implemented a new ads syndication system on Nuffnang that completely solves our occasional slow loading problems.

All our ads now load quickly and are designed to load only after elements of a blog is loaded so it doesn’t hold up anything from loading, even if our server is down.

Shhh… we haven’t announced it on our Nuffnang blog yet because we want to give us some time to test it out but I guess you guys are the first to know about it if you haven’t already noticed.

At the end of our Lecka Lecka session however, there was drama.

While getting up, one of our guys dropped an ice-cream glass cup and had it shatter to pieces.

I offered to pay for the damage but the nice guys at Lecka Lecka told us not to worry about it.

How awfully nice of them. I will certainly be going back for more.

Okay, it’s now 10.07AM. Time for me to head back to the hospital.

Have a great weekend guys!

Monday morning was an exciting morning for me.

I haven’t been back at our Penang office in weeks, and I kinda miss the mornings where I would walk into our office lobby.

I woke up in the morning hearing the morning birds chirp, signaling that it was time for me to wake up and head to work.

Naturally I opened my eyes but just as I did, I felt a blistering pain on my left eye. It felt as if I had a piece of wood stuck in the corner of my left eye and I couldn’t even open my right eye without having the pain from my left eye make me want to scream like a cheerleader.

My right hand reached for my phone as I called someone in my family for help. They rushed me to the hospital to see an eye specialist.

2 hours later I found myself in a room with the eye specialist at Island Hospital.

He rested my chin on one of his hi-tech gadgety devices and said
“Open your eyes please Tim”.

I said
“I can’t doc… that’s why I’m here”.

He nodded as if he’s heard his patients say that all the time and he said
“Wait…”.

With my eyes closed, I could only hear him ruffling through his stuff to get something out.

At one point I thought he was going to whip out his baseball bat, hit me hard on the head and say
“BITCH!!! WHEN I SAY OPEN!! YOU OPEN!!!!”.

But he didn’t.

He ended up bringing out a special eye drop that numbed the pain in my eyes so I could open them both.

After I had my eyes opened, he looked thoroughly at them and he said
“Okay Tim.. it looks like you have a wound on your cornea. Did you have some kind of injury to your eye?”.

I said “Nope“.

Then he went on to say
“Then you must’ve scratched your own cornea while sleeping”.

WHAT KIND OF IDIOT SCRATCHES HIS OWN CORNEA WHILE ASLEEP?!?!

I lay down for an hour while 2 nurses constantly gave me a new eye drop every 3 minutes. Treatment for my wound.

After that I headed home and was instructed to sleep, something I didn’t have to be told to do since there wasn’t anything else I could do if I couldn’t see, especially with a very uncomfortable eye patch over me.

Fortunately for me, I wrote a blog entry over the weekend about Nike’s Jangan Togel campaign and I got a friend of mine to post that up for me while I lay motionless on my bed the whole day.

I could barely get any sleep over the afternoon. Every 10 minutes I would receive a new phone call either from a client or a potential client but hey what can I expect… it was a Monday afternoon and if anything, I am supposed to be working.. not in bed.

By the time night came, whatever winks of sleep I got over the afternoon was kicking in. I was fully awake and that’s where I had another problem.

Now that I was fully awake… and had nothing to do… what do I do ? I can’t possibly go back to sleep.

I found a solution in a beautiful drug called the Sleeping Pill. Popped one into my mouth and was asleep within the next 10 minutes.

Tuesday was the same as Monday for me. I found myself in the hospital the whole afternoon seeking treatment and asleep at night.
Then came today.

I woke up in the morning and it was a miracle! I could open my right eye!

I hopped my way to the hospital feeling as good as new and saw the doc.

Doc said
“Tim, you’re only 50% into recovery, I would suggest you stay in bed for another week”.

I said “Sure doc….”

And went straight back to the office.
The Nuffnang team was surprised to see me back again with my eye patch, but it feels so good to be back at work.

So much to do, so little time.

One of the campaigns that we’re running on Nuffnang that I’m really quite happy about is Nike’s Jangan Togel campaign that started about two weeks back.

I remember the first time I heard someone mention the phrase “Jangan Togel” to me. My immediate reaction was… you mean “Jangan Bogel?!?”

It was only after I checked out the Nike Football site and watched their introductory video there that I figured out what it was.

The unfamiliar phrase, turned out to be a description of quite a familiar thing among the locals here.

I remember playing a lot of football while growing up. I was never particularly good at it but I always remembered making sure I wore the best equipment possible.

My dad always told me.
“In every sport you play, buy the best equipment. Not to show off or anything, but so that if you still lose, you have no one and nothing else to blame but yourself”.

I had the best boots, shin guards… heck I was so stupid I even wore football glove when I was a striker. Thinking that the gloves would “Protect my hands”.
You can imagine a little boy running around the field looking like the goalie with his gloves on, but is actually a striker.

Imagine how shocked I was when I realized many years later that Football gloves are only supporsed to be worn by the goalie.

I even had the best jersey… a red one… which club I’ll let you gues.

But the jersey never really had much use because I used to play those public games where you don’t really know who your team mates are and everyone wears a different shirt so there’s no way you can tell who is who.

So what we used to do was… just like the Nike Ad
“First Goal Shirts Off”.

Whichever team had conceded the first goal had to play the rest of the game without their shirts so the game would be Shirts VS Skin.

Unfortunately, just as I said I was never really good at football, my team always had to strip off their shirts. So my Liverpool jersey always lay folded up on the side right next to my bag and water bottle.

I also really liked this particular picture in the Nike website where they showed the dudes all taking off their shirts.In real life football, there would always be a bunch of skinny guys and ONE chubby guy that had to take off his shirt and that was how the Nike football video was like.

I was one of those skinny boys, so skinny that you could see my ribs. Very unlike how I later grew up to look.

HEH HEH

Anyway, I totally forgot about these memories that I had and it was only until Nike ran this campaign did it bring back a lot of nostalgia.

I guess nostalgia is the reason why the theme of their website and even their film is a little brownish-like.

All in all… I *heart* Nike.. for bringing back to me memories from my early days.

Lots of cool things on the Nike Football website, even stuff you can download.

Click on the “Jangan Togel” ad below to check it out.

PS: Just realized that this blog entry might look like one.. but this is certainly NOT an advertorial. Nike isn’t paying me to write this…

I happened to be at Plaza Damansara a few days ago and I noticed something rather disturbing. Now Plaza Damansara is a nice office area at Damansara Heights.

But just like all typical office zones like this, parking is limited… really really limited.

So what do people do

In Paris, people will park there cars centimeters away from each other and release their hand-break so anyone else can just push their car a little to the front or back if he/she wants to come out.

But in Malaysia… we ada STYLE. We invented this thing called… DOUBLE PARKING. That means.. you see a car parked properly at a lot, YOU PARK RIGHT BEHIND IT so the other car can’t come out without taking a piece of your car with him.

Then once you do that, automatically assume that the driver of the other car will not be needing to leave until you do, so take your time and go do your errants.

While you are paying your bills or something in the nearby bank. you’ll probably be hear a car outside sounding the honk in frustration…. wanting to leave but having another car double parked it in.

When you hear something like this… always ignore it and comfort yourself saying that it might be someone else’s car that’s blocking the way.
Not yours.

Then when you come out of the bank and have finished with all your errants, you’ll probably see a very pissed off man wanting to leave 30 minutes ago but can’t because your car was in the way.

Don’t worry.. always remember that you’re in an office area, and the person you just pissed off is probably a white collared worker.

The very most he will do is scold you and your mother and throw some empty threats at you… but they’re all empty.
If on the other hand, you double-parked at Chow Kit…. then the person you pissed off would probably be waiting with a few of his friends, all with durians in their hands by the time you get back to your car.

Now sometimes, people like to double-park double-parkers.

That’s like … karma…

You screw people.. someone else will come and screw you back… you double-park someone, someone else will double-park you.

So it becomes a threesome or… triple-parking!

Well, at Plaza Damansara… everyone ADA STYLE.

There was double-parking on both sides of the road, and double parked in the most creative ways ever.

In Penang… we are much nicer than that. We don’t double-park.. right guys?

I was very busily driving around Jalan Kuching in KL today with Suet Li in the car chatting away when suddenly… I heard a loud bang and the entire car shook.

I looked in my rear view mirror only to find a white Kancil had hit me hard in the back.

I slowed my car to a stop, instantly causing a traffic jam in the middle of Jalan Kuching.

It felt rather odd as I looked around at all the passing cars that seemed to be slowing down just to look at the accident that had just happened.

I bet a number of them were slowing down to memorize both the numbers of my car and the Kancil to buy lottery by the end of the day.

Anyway, Suet Li stayed in the car as I opened the door and slowly walked towards the back of my car.

The first thing I saw was the Kancil that hit me.
It was a little damaged.

I paused for a few seconds before I dared to look at the damage on the back of my car.

Then when I garnered up enough guts to do so, I looked back and saw it.

There wasn’t much damage. Just a little bit of paint transfer from the Kancil to my poor car.

I was relieved.

So lucky!!!

Almost like my Guardian Angel came out in the last minute to protect my car from further harm.
I looked at the driver of the white Kancil and he looked at me in a worried face.

“Takpe la Boss… saya punya kereta kena sikit saja.”

I saw a sign of relief on his face, initially thinking that I was going to ask him to pay me since he it was clearly his fault for hitting my back.

He shook my hand and said
“Terima Kasih Boss… Saya tak sengaja punya”.

I nodded and said that I had to run off to work now.

I asked him if his car could still move and he said he was going to let it cool down for a while then try again.

I then rushed off to work.

Later that afternoon, I went to the Police Station to decide if I should make a police report or not.

At the car park there, I noticed some car wreckages.

Cars that have been in really serious accidents.

I mean look at this.

Or this.
Or even this burned up Waja.
Suet Li was with me and she shivered at the sight of the wreckages.

If they were to make another “Berhati-hati Di Jalan Raya” Commercial.. they should do one with pictures like these.

I drove home… at 40km/h.

Many cars drove pass me and showed me the finger… but I smiled back at them.