I am in The Gardens Hotel now in KL, without an Internet connection, or rather, i do not want to pay for it. So am typing this out on a notepad.
Uh huh, came to KL again for meeting. Will be back on Wednesday evening flight.
Came to KL this morning with big boss and little boss, not by plane but by car. Somehow, both bosses prefer to travel from SG to KL by the road. Since we were all coming here together, i gotta join them on the road. It's as a mean to save cost too i guess.
But then, the drive this morning was the worst i've ever had so far. Why? Well, the meeting point was at Boon Keng MRT, which is somewhere in the middle of the island. We departed from there at around 6.45am, and arrived at KL around 10.15am. For those who still don't get it, we gotta cross the 2nd-Link checkpoint and also stopped once for petrol and washroom break. So basically, it took us less than 3 hours from SG to KL.
Big boss was the one driving mostly. His car is Mitsubishi Lancer, and once we past the Msia checkpoint, he had been speeding at 160 to 180 km/hr. And guess what, the maximum speed on his car's speedometer is 180km/hr!
Uh huh, he drove to the maximum speed of his car, and i was sitting at the back in fear. The car was shaky and bouncy, especially for the back passenger. I closed my eyes most of the times, and both of them thought that i was sleeping, but i was actually not daring to see how fast we were going. Everytime i opened my eyes, i saw the speed indicator pointing at 180km/hr, i'd be so afraid.
Then when we reached Seremban, big boss let little boss drive. Little boss was slightly better, but was still accelerating to 140km/hr. This was not because he was any less daring, but simply because there were a lot of cars on the road as we were closer to KL.
Actually with my current state of mind, i am not particularly afraid of dying. However, i AM afraid of suffering -- being caught in a tragic accident but not dead and was disabled or burned yet stayed alive. When the car was "flying" on the north-south highway, i sms-ed to 贝 to tell him that i love him, just in case i never get to see him again. Really, if anything really did happen, i guess my spirit will refuse to leave the mortal world, as i could not part this world in this way, when i've not achieved a closure with 贝, when we were in such bad terms.
Anyway, i was really pissed at the two bosses actually, even though i could not show them for the obvious reason. This reminded me of how 贝 would drive recklessly too when he was pissed sometimes. He actually did it just last week when my grandma was in the car too. I was furious for the very same reason.
To me, to drive in this manner is simply irresponsible driving, not only to our own lives, but also to our families and the other commuters on the road.
I do not understand men at all, especially when it comes to driving. They are always so full of confident in their own driving skills that they think they are able to control the automobile in any way they want. This is simply egoistic, inconsiderate and stupidity even.
First of all, when the car is moving at such high speed, the ability to manoeuver it and to react to unexpected circumstances will reduce tremendously, while the fatality of accident will increase tremendously. No matter how good your driving skill is, there are always uncontrollable factors on the road -- other drivers in front of you suddenly jamming on the break or cutting into your lane; or maybe an article fallen on the road from a truck is in your lane; or even the simplest factor, the car malfunctioning -- after all, we are talking about a mechanical thing here; even if just had your car serviced, there is still possibility that it may go wrong. Just like how airplane would crash even though the checking and servicing before any flight should be very stringent and thorough.
The male creatures would not think of all these things which are so simple and clear. There are uncountable news on fatal accidents due to speeding everyday everywhere, and they jolly well read or heard about these news. But to them, these things would only happen to other people and would never happen to them, because they trust their judgements and skills.
The ironic part is this: for those who were killed in the accidents, when they were happily stepping on that accelerator to the maximum, they were thinking about the exact same thing -- that it would not happen to them. Yet in the end, it did.
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