Near Final Destination

At 3:00 AM-ish I was on my way home from Khai’s house when I witnessed a Proton Waja hit the sides on the opposite lane; the car ended up on my lane and when the passenger was sent crashing out the windscreen.

A couple of passer-bys and I stopped our cars and we managed to get the victim out of the car just in time before the vehicle exploded and burst into flames.

Yep, exploded.

Just when you think this happens only in the movies.

I hesitated when I saw rummage of smokes quickly turned into fire at the front hood of the car, next to the victim. But somehow I plucked the courage and ran over – along with two other passer-bys – to help the driver evacuate his friend.

The driver got away with minor injuries, but to think his friend was just a minute away from getting killed in that flames.

I still shudder at the thought if I hadn’t acted on it – or what if I had acted too late? The man could have died there and then; maybe all of us if we were late by a short moment.

There was great difficulty getting to 999; police arrived first and the Bomba about 15 minutes later to put off the fires (there were small burst of flames now and then).

Ambulance came 20 minutes later. The man is saved, and fortunately not in such a critical condition since he could still speak albeit not see who hauled his ass out that night.

Die another day.

Photos: My Second Home

It’s nearly a month since I moved in! Ah, the trouble I went through…

Turned out that the paperwork and legalities were the least of my problems. Even after the loan was approved after a painstakingly long wait, the contractors I hired were behind schedule in spite of the basic renovation works.

Originally I was to move out of the Puncak Damansara apartment on the 8th of January but I had to postpone it by another two more days, seeing that the contractors were slow.PuncakDamansara-2013

When I moved out of Puncak Damansara, the apartment was undergoing renovations and new painting works. A small shame actually, since the place looked mediocre throughout the entire time I stayed there.

Even so, I didn’t miss the place; the monthly rent was affordable for a convenient place in PJ but I would later find out that the surrounding area is riddled with domestic fights, family quarrels, and suspicious activities by Pakistani and Nigerian foreigners that would warrant a visit from the police from time to time.

So on the 10th I moved into my new place at Cascadia; it was a rush and I spent the first night with my mother in a half-functional house. Not every room had lights on, and the master toilet had no water and water heater.

Rushing my contractor to complete his works was a frustrating and upsetting ordeal – eventually I fired him and his guys just several days ago and since last week, I’ve been sorting out other options to get other things done in the house.

As mentioned earlier, going through the pains for the new house was like going through the pains I went through 10 years ago – only in reverse.

The house is nearly complete now; one of my uncles and his contacts will be helping with the remainder of the renovation after the Chinese New Year festival.

Here are some photos on my new crib – more to be added later on. 🙂 While this is my second house, I consider it a milestone achievement.

Now that all these are done and dusted with, what’s next? Time to catch up on what I’ve been stalling for the longest time: finding a good, lovely wife. 🙂

Btw Property #3 onwards is going to be strictly for investment!

Will wonders ever cease?

I was in Uptown to run a quick errand when a fair-skinned lady donned in hijab approached me, asking if I were the guy who stayed at a corner house around here before. I cannot remember her name but I recognized her quickly…

In late 2007 when I was about to leave the rented room for another location, this lady from the opposite room greeted me. I have not met the other room tenants until now. She asked if she could use the powerpoint in my room to boil water for her baby boy. I said no problem but I was actually moving out already. That was when she told me her story.

She married a Morrocan man and after the child was conceived, he duped her into renting that room – claiming to be a temporary place before they can all move to Morocco – only to disappear for several months without reach.

She was out of money, and the condition of the house was deplorable. The fact that the landlady is a crazed woman didn’t help matters either. The now single mother had nowhere to go.

I encouraged her to take the first few steps: move to a better room elsewhere and get a job. It was a scary prospect for her (and I know it very well) so I gave my phone number and after I left, for the next couple of weeks we exchanged SMSes on guiding her out of that dreaded house + accept that her husband has left and her child. At this point, I offered minor financial assistance so she could buy food for her several months old baby and get a job after moving to a new room.

We stopped contacting after she successfully moved out of that dreaded house (she also got her deposit back from the crazed landlady!) and then got a job.

That was nearly 6 years ago.

Today she’s working an office job for a company, her boy is in good condition and is schooling now. While it may not seem much by the standards of other people, but it makes me happy to see a single parent pull it through in spite of the seemingly impossible odds and not being at the mercy of an undependable husband, and just as happy that I got to play even a small part in it.