When i got back from my recent diving trip, Lang Tengah Island on 3/3/2009, it was a tuesday morning, 1am and I went back to the lab after I got some sleep. It was a great day, and I tried to stay positive despite the fact that I was feeling lazy from the holiday.

There were much to do on the day, as I have about 3-4 research projects that is in dire need of my attention, and I have been putting everything aside as I'm a professional procrastinator and immune to guilt attack. I got into an accident, my second major accident in my entire life, after 8-9 years of driving, the first major one happened 2 years ago, on 4/4/2007, and now, 3/3/2009, it happened again. Same scenario. Fortunately, no one was hurt. The incident was quite heated that violence nearly broke out, but I was rational enough despite furious, not to smack the person with a spanar.

So, after a few days thinking about it, I wondered what made a person so angry at you, and what could I have done to reduce the fury. I supposed things might be better if I showed a little more concern on the motorcyclist's welfare, after he flew from his bike. Instead, I was shocked and the phrase "oh my god" went through my head like a zillion times. I figured if I had responded quickly enough, get down from the car and ran to the cyclist and helped him up, asked if he's injured before he started yelling at me, it would at least made a difference in the situation, that he wouldn't have gotten so angry that he wanted to hit me, yet he knew he couldnt instead took my car keys and pissed me off instead.

I was angry at the fact my keys were taken, but now, I'm indifferent. Perhaps it was my fault, perhaps it was a response that I didnt like the feeling of people yelling at me, or bullying me. Last time when someone bumped into my car, he yelled foul languages at me, and scolded me for not being an accommodating driver. He was the one coming out of the junction. I was new to driving, so I took the heat and let him bully me into compensating him, of which, at the time, I didnt have any money. So, I kinda escaped, after all the tongue lashing.

Perhaps my fury sparked because I didnt want to take any crap from anyone, or let anyone bully me, be it my fault or not, because an accident is an accident. I did what I could do at the accident, called the emergency operator, asked if the motorcyclist needed an ambulance or not or if he's injured and did everything I could think of to handle the situation as calmly as I could. yet, now, I feel guilty for not asking how my passanger was feeling, if she was okay from the incident, which I think she was pretty much in shock. I'm really sorry about that.

Anyway, perhaps the most important thing when an accident occurs is to always be concern of the human life first, before starting to blame each other on the cause of accident. These motorcyclists are... of lower capabilities of a developed mind, so maybe drivers should be thoughtful of them first. This is of course, not applicable to the idiots called Rempits. If any driver is unfortunate to come in contact, just hit and drive straight into a police station or if the car is incapacitated, call the police immediately.

I used to blog a lot. There are always something to talk about, something to write, and I would sit in front of the computer, typing and describing everything that went through my head, patiently and in details.

Perhaps after a while, (after 6 years), one kinda get over things. Grew out of it. It's probably an outlet for me to just tell a story or just shout something out, so that it's out of the system and I can move on with life. Still... I'm considering if I should re-start this. I dont know.