HMMM....

When i was driving on my way back from sending my little sister to her kelas petang (cehh..abang mithali...mwahaha), there was this channel in the radio, Fly fm (if i'm not mistaken) that questioned people on  the memory that you remember most during your childhood period. Most of the respondents told the DJ about them being punished in class by their teachers and many other funny and great stories. Haha...i laugh out loud when one of the respondents told her worst experience was during a class in her school where she had to sit on a chair for an unfinished homework. Worse, that chair was already on a table. I guest the view from up there will be great isn't?

As for me, the thing that i remembered most during my childhood was a tragic incident that should have made me an as an arwah now. A long, long time ago....when i was four years-old, my father brought me and my little brother to a restaurant. I clearly remembered the name of the restaurant, Res. Marina in front of a nearby mosque. My dad parked his Proton Saga car behind a tree and went into the restaurant to buy Tom yam for lunch. The only available person in the car was my brother and me. We were playing around. My father left the car with an open window at the driver's seat. It all started when i took a look outside of the window when suddenly my brother who knew nothing at that time pressed the button in between of the front seats, raising the window up automatically. Haha..my head get stuck while the window kept on raising. Oww...it must be hurt and i passed out instantaneously. My father didn't saw this as the car was covered by the tree.

Luckily, Allah has shown His greatness when out of nowhere, a driver who was driving on the road reversed his car and stop behind my father's car (how the hell did he saw me remained unknown). He then quickly opened the front door of the car and lowered the mirror. He shouted, 'Ni anak sape ni !' I was brought unconscious to the hospital and i was considered to be lucky to survived. Oh, by the way, that savior was a Chinese anyway and i'm in debt with him as long as i live. After the incident, my father sold that Saga right away. Well, that's my story.

Hahaha..Now i'm asking you. What's your story?