the accident that ruined my weekend
I'm writing this first thing I stepped into the office. I've bottled my trauma and anger for forteen mrt stops and a seven minutes walk. I fatefully met a friend of mine at City Hall, in which I released some of my inner energy (in fast jibberish words). A little of the anger and trauma has then dissolved, and my following recount might not capture fully what I was feeling then. Still, I want to.
It was like any other weekday. My mum would fetch my sister and I to the MRT, which is like a mere 3 minutes drive. And like anyother day, I didn't bother to buckle up. Hey, it's just three minutes and a straight road. What could happen?
LOADS. DAMMIT
So we were cruising down the road while the taxi in front of us, like any other taxi, pulled up by the roadside to pick up his first customer of the day. It was a wide one way street, so we had to stop. Do note that at this point of time, the taxi was much situated at the left side of the road, while our car was leaning towards the right. We stopped for like 4 seconds, waiting for the passenger to board, when suddenly my mum SCREAMED. Fuck, my sis and I barely had time to react before we all SCREAMED together.
This stupid red car crashed into ours. Fanfuckingtastic! GREAT. I went "WHAT THE FFf..." and controlled my words. I shot a piercing stare through the back windscreen before alighting with my super black face and continued glaring. Fucking hell, you had to pick the day when I was already running 10 mins late?
My mum alighted and reprimanded him for driving so fast (in a bloody nice way I wanted to kick her for that). He apparently claimed he couldn't see the stationary Taxi. HELLO? The road was so wide and we were on opposite parts of the road, you got to be blind not to see. Besides, we already stopped for 4 secs, I'm sure you would have enough time to react FROM FAR unless you had an ass for a face.
Thankfully, no one was injured despite not buckling up. To give him credit, he prolly jammed his break hard enough cos we did fly forward shrieking, but it wasn't enough to throw us out of our seat. Still, it doesn't mean its legal to speed at 8 am with 2394839 LATE people on the road you idiot!
Mum was traumatised, so was that poor fellow asshole. We were all slightly shaken. The onlookers at the bus stop were the only ones staring at us in glee for they had some action show going on right before their eyes, kicking off their boring Friday in full speed (damn fucking literally).
They took slightly over 10 mins to settle the accident before we continued our journey in the deformed car. Dammit, I forgot to take note what car he drove. Our car had its ass SMASHED, while the fucked up car only got freaking MINOR SCRATCHES. What atrocity!! I definitely need to have one of those in the future! (I had this wild thought of researching for a "what car remains unscratched even in an accident" news story but convinced myself its just SPH getting to me.)
I am absolutely MAD at this fellow because
number 1 : I ended up being 30 mins late for work. (got the hahayou'refreakinglate glare)
number 2 : traumatised, distraut, hair in a mess, and other psychological IMPACT.
number 3 : sent "What the fuck, we kenna accident. zzz" sms to my mum instead of bing 'cos of point number 2. OMGWTF RIGHT?!?!
number 4 : no freaking car for the weekend. HOLY SHIT!
Mum is going to KL and she has entrusted me with her car for 3 days! I've planned out the weekend and the car would be a great help. Would have to attend a 21st party, then visit bing's house in the WEST(haven't been there in AGES), and either drive to work or to cheryl's place to swim (haven't quite decided). But now that we have to send the car to the workshop, NO CAR = NO PLANS. DAMMIT.
Ok, I just wasted 1/2 an hour on this. (HURRAY!) I feel so much better now that I can recount the whole accident in PROPER words. I swear I had such a horrid time trying to relate the whole story to my friend. I was so traumatised, my stare gaze was dead, I was speaking so fast my dead brain couldn't keep up.
I really hope the car can be fixed by tomorrow!
I know it might take another week before I update if this accident didn't crop up. :P I'm far too lazy nowadays to take photos and I hate my entries to be merely filled with words, so I haven't updated. But when I take too many photos, I'm too lazy to organise and post them up. Hehe, I'm queer, which explains the three week absence. :P Will do so soooon!
It was like any other weekday. My mum would fetch my sister and I to the MRT, which is like a mere 3 minutes drive. And like anyother day, I didn't bother to buckle up. Hey, it's just three minutes and a straight road. What could happen?
LOADS. DAMMIT
So we were cruising down the road while the taxi in front of us, like any other taxi, pulled up by the roadside to pick up his first customer of the day. It was a wide one way street, so we had to stop. Do note that at this point of time, the taxi was much situated at the left side of the road, while our car was leaning towards the right. We stopped for like 4 seconds, waiting for the passenger to board, when suddenly my mum SCREAMED. Fuck, my sis and I barely had time to react before we all SCREAMED together.
This stupid red car crashed into ours. Fanfuckingtastic! GREAT. I went "WHAT THE FFf..." and controlled my words. I shot a piercing stare through the back windscreen before alighting with my super black face and continued glaring. Fucking hell, you had to pick the day when I was already running 10 mins late?
My mum alighted and reprimanded him for driving so fast (in a bloody nice way I wanted to kick her for that). He apparently claimed he couldn't see the stationary Taxi. HELLO? The road was so wide and we were on opposite parts of the road, you got to be blind not to see. Besides, we already stopped for 4 secs, I'm sure you would have enough time to react FROM FAR unless you had an ass for a face.
Thankfully, no one was injured despite not buckling up. To give him credit, he prolly jammed his break hard enough cos we did fly forward shrieking, but it wasn't enough to throw us out of our seat. Still, it doesn't mean its legal to speed at 8 am with 2394839 LATE people on the road you idiot!
Mum was traumatised, so was that poor fellow asshole. We were all slightly shaken. The onlookers at the bus stop were the only ones staring at us in glee for they had some action show going on right before their eyes, kicking off their boring Friday in full speed (damn fucking literally).
They took slightly over 10 mins to settle the accident before we continued our journey in the deformed car. Dammit, I forgot to take note what car he drove. Our car had its ass SMASHED, while the fucked up car only got freaking MINOR SCRATCHES. What atrocity!! I definitely need to have one of those in the future! (I had this wild thought of researching for a "what car remains unscratched even in an accident" news story but convinced myself its just SPH getting to me.)
I am absolutely MAD at this fellow because
number 1 : I ended up being 30 mins late for work. (got the hahayou'refreakinglate glare)
number 2 : traumatised, distraut, hair in a mess, and other psychological IMPACT.
number 3 : sent "What the fuck, we kenna accident. zzz" sms to my mum instead of bing 'cos of point number 2. OMGWTF RIGHT?!?!
number 4 : no freaking car for the weekend. HOLY SHIT!
Mum is going to KL and she has entrusted me with her car for 3 days! I've planned out the weekend and the car would be a great help. Would have to attend a 21st party, then visit bing's house in the WEST(haven't been there in AGES), and either drive to work or to cheryl's place to swim (haven't quite decided). But now that we have to send the car to the workshop, NO CAR = NO PLANS. DAMMIT.
Ok, I just wasted 1/2 an hour on this. (HURRAY!) I feel so much better now that I can recount the whole accident in PROPER words. I swear I had such a horrid time trying to relate the whole story to my friend. I was so traumatised, my stare gaze was dead, I was speaking so fast my dead brain couldn't keep up.
I really hope the car can be fixed by tomorrow!
I know it might take another week before I update if this accident didn't crop up. :P I'm far too lazy nowadays to take photos and I hate my entries to be merely filled with words, so I haven't updated. But when I take too many photos, I'm too lazy to organise and post them up. Hehe, I'm queer, which explains the three week absence. :P Will do so soooon!