It’s the time when ghost and ghouls are free to roam this world. I’m not trying to scare my readers, but do take care during this month. Stay in after dark to avoid any unwanted experiences and pray to whoever you believe in.
My friends and I learnt the hard way. It was a weekend during this inauspicious month for the Chinese. Mom warned me about the dangers, but I decided to hangout with friends anyway. We had our usual yum cha session accompanied by the usual crapping. After growing restless of sitting around, we decided to get in the car for a drive. Shum wanted to explore a particular area in Cheras, where we haven’t gone before. Everyone agreed to this plan and so I drove.
Things were chillax and quiet, as it was in the wee hours of morning. We had the car windows down and we’re basically enjoying the calmness, broken occasionally by friendly banter. Out of nowhere, Shum instructed me to turn into this lane. It was really dark there. On our right were some old flats/apartments and a hill flanked the left. My headlights suddenly gave realization, that it was a dead-end road. Our eyes grew wide with fear. We were all facing Chinese burnt offerings. Hell notes, candles and joss sticks. Not a very welcoming sign. The road width was narrow, but I succeeded in performing a three-point turn. I was praying hard the wheels did not hit any of the offerings. Bad omen.
After that, we decided to call it a night and head back home to Sani’s place nearby. This was where things got interesting. I’m anal about people messing with my car. Most of my friends and even wife knows this. Slam the car doors and I will reprimand you. So we were nearing Sani’s house and negotiating this speed bump. I hear a sound from the backseat. It sounded like someone pressing down the doorlock knob on the left side. Why would my friend lock the door now when we were so close to his house?? Anyway, I ignore it and continue driving. Then I hear a noise again from the same area. This time, it sounded like someone unlocked the door. However, it did not stop. It happened a few times in a row like someone playing on the locking mechanism. Ticked off, I decided to tell Sani, who was seated behind, to knock it off. Sani replied meekly, in an almost boyish voice, that it wasn’t him. I checked the rear mirror and noticed that he was seated behind me….on the right side. Something inside me wanted to scream, “OH SHIET!!!!!!!”. I checked with Shum, who was riding shotgun, if he heard the sounds. He confirmed this as well. We all fell silent and I floored the car. Pulled up in front on Sani’s house, wound up the windows and freaking got away from the car.
Once safely inside, we huddled together in the living room with the Wadafak ™ faces. Slowly, we began to tell our side of the story of what just transpired. Shum heard it too. He thought it was Sani messing around as well. Well, so did I! Sani heard it too!!!! He just kept quiet after the first sound and didn’t dare look to his left. He kept looking out his right window. Until he heard me scold him for messing around with the car lock.
Now, I know my car was old. It was made in 1983 and was about 20+ years old at that time. However, I swear that I’ve never heard or seen my car lock acting all weird. Only on that eventful night. We shall never know what we just experienced, but we sure as hell don’t wish to go through it again. So heed my words. Stay inside.
On lighter note, I had a chat with an old friend today. I’m proud to announce that Jessica Goon, is now officially Dr. Jess Goon @ Dr. Goonie. She has more aliases, but I’m afraid she will “CSI” me later. I shall pimp this Doc’s blog (it rhymes). Check it out at: http://reverseinlife.blogspot.com/. Dr. Goon pulled the cliched, “How’s married life?” on me. Thankfully, I’ve concocted a superb comeback for this dratted question. This will be the official Nawooz ™ future response for all aunties, uncles, relatives, friends, family, pet cat and what not. Might even save my arse during Chinese New Year 2008.
Not Nawooz: Soooooooo…how’s married life ar??!!
Nawooz: It’s like bittersweet chocolates.
Nawooz: Sometimes sweet. Sometimes bitter. But you always end up wanting more.
Not Nawooz: @_@ dot dot dot
How? Good ar? Can pass or not? Give some applause leh! Not easy to come up with these crap you know…. >_<”
UPDATE FROM ICU: Wifey’s aunt is not doing well again. Her blood pressure has been on the rise. So high, that it warranted another CT scan to assess the situation. Once again, Nawooz is requesting for prayers to help her and the family, pull through this time of test.