Police Fiasco

I decided to take a lift from my dad to the MRT station instead of driving to work this morning. From my house, the usual route would be turn out onto PIE (towards Jurong) and take the first exit, which is Simei Ave. This morning, there was a police car parked half across the Simei slip road, with its hazard lights & the blue police lights flashing. There was no policeman anywhere to be seen. My dad paused next to the police car then decided that perhaps it may have broken down & so he turned into the Simei slip road.

When we reached the bottom of the slope (the slip road’s on a slope), we saw that a taxi had crashed into the rail guard and was totally blocking the path to the main road. A lone policeman emerged from behind the wreck and started shouting at us. He asked why did we turn into the road when his car was “blocking traffic”? My dad said that there was no indication as to what happened and he thought that the police car had broken down.

The policeman was obviously offended by the thought that a police car could break down. He kept repeating in a raised voice, “What? My car breakdown? My car breakdown?”. Duh. It isn’t your car dude. It belongs to the Republic of Singapore. Plus, i really don’t think any car would be immune to breakdowns, police car or otherwise.

My dad was pissed by the rude tone of the policeman and raised his voice and said that he should have at least stationed himself at the slip road to give directions to traffic not to turn into it. The policeman shouted, “Then what about the injured person? Who’s going to attend to him?”.

This got my mom pissed too. So she went, “Then where’s the injured person?”. At this, the policeman replied (still shouting), “Convoy to hospital already!”. And my dad retorted, “If already convoy to hospital, then why u still standing here? U should be giving directions at the entrance to the slip road”

The policeman replied that if he left the accident scene, there would be “no one to guard the car”. I was thinking… huh? This is Singapore bro. I really don’t think u’ll see people looting from the wreckage right? Personally, sizing the white-haired and overweight Malay chap, i suspect he just didn’t want to trudge up the slope. He also kept shouting that he had left a sign to say that an accident had happened.

My dad then asked the policeman, “What do u expect us to do now?”. To which he shouted his reply, “U ask me what to do now? How i know what to do? U can drive in right? Then u reverse out the same way u came in lah!” (Seriously, i wanted to slap the person’s face. So damn bloody rude). My dad asked if he could help us since we would be reversing onto oncoming traffic on an expressway but no…. Mr. policeman had to “guard the car”. Never mind if we cause another accident at the top of the slope.

My dad was really pissed. He challenged the guy to show him the sign. At this, the policeman said, “Ok. I show u the sign”. So my dad reversed up the slope, while the unfit policeman slowly huffed & puffed his way up. Gosh. If i was robbed by a snatch thief, i think the chances of me catching the robber would be higher than that old chap but i digress…

Guess where was the sign? It was this small, A4-size sign that said “Accident” and it was placed on the boot of the police car… facing inwards (towards the pavement)! Sheesh. Even if anyone could see the sign from the road, u might’ve thought that the police car was the one that got into an accident. More shouting ensued. I thought the policeman was just way out of line. Was there a need to shout in the first place? Whatever happened to the image of the “friendly police force” the police have been trying to potray? Wait a min… actually i don’t need a friendly police force. I just need one with common sense & has the stamina to climb up a slope.

To sum it up…
My dad’s viewpoint was: If u need to block traffic, do it properly. There are always more than 1 policeman in a patrol car… so one of them should definitely be giving directions at the blockade. Even if there was only 1 policeman, then use some bloody cones or something so the public would know that u are trying to block the road. Don’t tell me there’re no cones in a patrol car.

The policeman’s viewpoint: I am a policeman. After sending the injured off in an ambulance, it is my duty to guard the car he left behind.

My viewpoint: U can’t out-talk stupidity. Can we just get to the MRT station already??

In the end, instead of going to Simei MRT station, my dad dropped my mom & me off at Tampines MRT station. Sigh. What a way to start the week.

Goodwill my Ass!

I’m really pissed now.  With myself.  I did the dumbass thing of forgetting to pay my credit card bills a 2nd time this year!  ARGH!  This time i got charged $90 for my 2 cards with UOB.  ARGH!!!!!!!!!  Really want to scream.  So pissed.  🙁  And it doesn’t help that $443.52 of the bill doesn’t belong to me but to someone who’s still using a service i signed up for long time ago, and my credit card’s being charged for this service.  Damn it!  That’s the end of my goodwill.  I hate it when things are not clear cut.  *Frowns*


Sleepless at 2:33am

Just did some silly online test thingy (yes, shibby – it’s from your site!) and here are my results:

The Priss
Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf)

Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss
Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You’re highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You’d take brutal honesty over superficiality any time–your friends always know where they stand with you. You’re completely unfake. Don’t tell me that’s not a word. You’re also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy. 

These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.

You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you’re pregnant. LOL. Though you’re inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it’s not as one of mass destruction. You’re choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you’re really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy
CONSIDER: The Manchild

Playing Catch Up

Am watching the Asian Games (Table-Tennis) on TV as i write this.  Sigh.  We’re losing to China (yet again).  Iceman says it’s to be expected… and even if we did win, our players aren’t Singaporeans anyway.  I say, “who cares?”  If we need to pay for a medal, so be it.  It isn’t a crime to have money and use it.  Sigh.  Damn it.  Li Jiawei just lost her 2nd set.  I wonder why she keeps persisting in using a top-spin tactic that leads to a smashing volley ‘cos her opponent is obviously stronger in smashing?  The few points she won were when she played bottom-spins that caused her opponent to hit the ball into the net.  Sigh.  Strange.  But then again… who am i to comment right?  I’m obviously just being smart-alecky since she’s in Doha and i’m sitting in front of my pc.

Another thing i really can’t stand is when the China players start shouting “hui!”, “chong!”, “sha!” everytime they win a point.  Like enough already right?  It’s so bloody uncouth.  Pui pui!  As though their lousy dress sense & hairstyles (actually Jiawei’s dreadlocky hair looks damn bad too) weren’t bad enough.  Do they need to act in such a boorish manner too?  Sigh.  I have a new strategy for Jiawei.  Perhaps she can just wear more bling, bigger bling, that’ll flash so brillantly that her opponents get blinded?  Good idea eh?


During dinner with my parents just now, i told my mom that i’m going to Malacca with my friends next weekend.  My dad started grumbling about how dangerous it was to drive, etc.  Wondered if i should just tell them that i drove to JB on Wed.  Heh.  My dad went on and on about how we must never take any unnecessary risks, and said how he never visits places in China if there’s any danger involved, no matter how attractive a tourist spot it is.

I knew it.  I got all my paranoia from my dad.  My fear of walking on drain covers, of bird shit hitting me, of never crossing the road diagonally (‘cos that increases the distance/time u’re on the road, thus increasing the chance of a car hitting u)… it’s all from my dad. 

Sigh.  I really can’t live like that anymore.  I’m just so sick of being overly risk averse that i end up never ever doing anything.  I’m still upset with myself for having accomplished nothing in the past 10 years. 


The only thing that i’ve done right is snaring my current job.  Other than that, i’ve done nothing to be proud of, gave up quite a lot of dreams and lost a couple of people that i really should’ve done more for.  Now, i’m sort of panicking ‘cos i’m going to hit the big 30 with nothing to my name, no fame to my game.  Sigh.  I’m upset.  Argh.

Iceman commented last night that i’m turning into quite the cheongster monster.  Aiyah… i think it’s just typical of me.  I usually take damn long to warm up to something (yeah, this time it’s 10 years… people start clubbing at 17, i start at 27)… but once i’m into it, i go full speed.  Just like when i was crazy over salsa 2 years ago.  I was out dancing like 4 nights a week?  Till i got so sick of salsa after the LA Salsa Congress and disappeared from the scene.  Heh.  I do have 10 lost clubbing years to catch up on right?  Plus, i’ve realised it’s not so much the alcohol u take, but the company u keep ya?

Argh.  Singapore vs. China in table-tennis is a lost cause.  Hope my playing catch up in life isn’t as lost a cause…