The summary:

My Mazda 3 buanged into a Toyota Altis at the traffic lights along Thomson Road; near the petrol station at 1118 hrs this morning.

The incident:

My friends have been asking me about that and I get so pissed each time I talk about it. I’ve really got no idea how that happened!

I saw the lights turning red!
I saw the Altis slowing down!
I knew I wanted to slow down!
I knew I had stepped on the brakes!
I don’t know how I buanged into the Altis!
I really don’t know!!! Argh!!!!

The damage

The Toyota Altis:

The Mazda 3:

The moment:

I was so stunned. Two sentences were flashing across my mind: WHAT THE F HAPPENED? and OH F! WHY THE HELL DID I GO AND KISS PEOPLE!

The cast:

I was alone, while there were three ladies in the Altis. The driver came out looking very stressed. She was driving her husband’s car. And she’s a new driver too. She saw my P-Plate and said, “Alamak! Like that how?”

I went, “Erm, I don’t know leh! I never buang people before leh.”

Basically, besides two broken hearts, and some debris, we didn’t break any limbs or spill any blood.

The cost:

Don’t ask me about money now. I’ve got no idea. I’ve got no interest. I’m devastated.

The aftermath:

My car is in the workshop now. They’re estimating two weeks.

The sidelines:

Because I only took down the other party’s name and contact number, I had to call her subsequently for her full particulars,

Cruz:
Hi Sally, this is Cruz, the one who knocked into your car just now.

Sally:
Oh! Yes?

Cruz:
May I have your IC number please?

(After the necessary…)

Sally:
So are you ok now?

Cruz:
Huh? Oh.. Erm. Ya, I guess.

Sally:
Haiyoh, I tell you, I so stressed you know… I don’t know what to do. My husband away. I know you don’t mean it. Haiyoh.. but I so stressed.

Cruz:
Yes, I’m very very sorry. I owe you a dinner and the repair costs.

Sally:
All right, we wait until my husband comes back then we catch up next week.

I wasn’t sure if catching up was the most appropriate term to use in this sort of scenario…

The warning:

I’m gonna slap anyone who asks for 4D numbers… Alamak! Is that all that you’re interested in? Huh? Huh? Huh?!

… Then again, I guess some are dying to know. *LOL

The Altis’ number is 8453.

The interval:

I was totally exhausted when I returned home three hours after the accident. I cancelled all my appointments and shut off the phone.

Totally drained.

I’m feeling sad, shocked, angry, confused all at once.

Just as the car would need two weeks in retreat, I need some time to get over this.

The consolation:

People have offered their sayangs and assistance in a couple of ways. Thank you.

At the workshop this afternoon, I couldn’t help but notice other cars requiring far urgent assistance.

Like this one:

I must be mad or something, cos I thought I heard the car talking to me through its wide open mouth…

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