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Foreword: This is going to be a really long entry detailing one of the worst day in my life. Apparently, I was forced to walk a kilometer home because of an oh-so serious road accident that prompted the Highway Police to shut a stretch of road leading from one estate to another.

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5 minutes.

10 minutes.

15 minutes.

25 minutes.

“Do you mind if you drop me off here?”

Okay, service 12, which was the bus I started off my journey on wasn’t even moving an inch on the road. Amidst the torrential rain that created a shimmering wall of water on the window, I could vaguely made out from the blur that there was traffic congestion – at least, that was what I initially thought.

Once the sun resumed it oh-so-needed duties and after the clouds decided that pouring an Atlantic ocean is finished, I alighted the bus midway between two bus stops. This ain’t no congestion. There’s an accident. almost. one.  kilometer. away.

I embarked on my kilometer-trek home despite the fact that my knees was so tired from work that it threatened to leave its sockets should I not get a rest that instance. While I cursed the heavens for the fact I had to execute tango dance steps through flooded pedestrian path and occasionally perform what-looked-like-opera steps on grass dirts, I was glad the sky didn’t pour again.

If it really did pour while I was walking through an unholy stretch of unsheltered sideways, I swear to God, I will invest my next pay in a traditional Malay sampan, if not a helicopter.

From the bus I abandoned, I counted at least thirty other buses throughout my trek to the accident region (note I used REGION not AREA). Those thirty are not inclusive of other buses way behind me.

Streets were lined with buses in unison and there were easily four-folds more buses than that of bus stops. The contingent of buses with out-of-luck commuters lined from Pasir Ris to Tampines.

After all, despite the fact that my lungs almost collapsed when I reached my intended destination stop, I was glad I walked because annoyed traffic policemen had diverted traffics (Look, I had to jaywalk highway flyover and ramp, that explains why my lungs almost collapsed).

Like I said, the police shut the entire street, hence, traffic were forced to take a direction opposite from where they were supposed to go. The road to Tampines was rendered impassable.

Yes, there were annoyed traffic policemen.

There was this policeman who was so annoyed by motorist that he blew his whistle so hard, it sounded as loud as a car horn. All these while, he was gesturing to motorist that said, “LOOOOK! My ARMS are the fucking traffic light NOW! So, sons of bitches, listen to ME.”

Yes, I swear he was that agitated.

And I got frightened by him; because I was jaywalking among an contingent of vehicles with irate drivers. For all I know he could have dished out a 20 bucks fine or even have myself arrested.

Anyway, while I trekked on the opposite side of the accident REGION, so many residents gathered at a nearby overhead bridge, I was surprise it was still structurally safe. Other than the fact that I saw more flashing light-strobes atop police cruisers, I couldn’t see how gruesome things were because of the bushes that divided the street.

I dismissed my conjecture that Mas Selamat was shot there because I couldn’t identify anything that resembles an armored red color Special Operations Command vehicle.

We’ll catch the news, then I will update here later.

Meanwhile, it seemed that heavens decided that flooded pedestrian paths and mud pits on the grass were not shitty enough; Azirah delivered me a message that was my nightmare since Sunday. Work issues. I will discuss it once my fate is sealed.

While we talked on the phone, I realized she was on one of the thirty buses I walked passed like 10 minutes before. I informed her of the traffic diversion and I don’t know how she could possibly reach Tampines by any means of land transport from where she (and I) came from.

What is the date today again? 11 March?

Yeah, one of the crapiest, shittiest, god-daming, whatever, day in my life.

“You know what, I really think my one-kilometer trek is an absolute under-estimation. I think, I am taking up Emergency Wilderness Survival course. Anything is possible.”

A LORRY rammed into another in front, swiped it off the lane, and ploughed into a car, crushing the driver inside to death on Tuesday afternoon.

The horrendous accident, which caused another car and SBS bus to be hit, took place on Loyang Avenue towards Tampines Road at about 3.30 pm, causing a massive traffic jam in the area.

Eyewitnesses said the lorry first hit a lorry in the centre lane, side-swiped it to the left and went on to slam a car, which was slowing to a stop at the junction. Ahead of the car was another car and an SBS bus.

Mr Koh Yong Soon, 40, who was a passenger in the lorry hit, told The Straits Times: ‘Everything happened so fast. After our lorry was rammed, it ploughed into the car infront and went on top of it, crushing the car and driver. The driver died on the spot.’

Mr Koh, who works for Chong Heng Paper Products, and his colleague, who drove the lorry, were unhurt.

The accident drew a big crowd and sparked a traffic snarl.

http://www.asiaone.com/Motoring/News/Story/A1Story20080311-53909.html