I want to write something fun – like what a fun day we yesterday. Unfortunately, I can't and our day was anything but fun.
I think our bad day had something to do with us wanting to get everything done. We wanted to get our errands done, our passports done, our cleaning done and when we are done with that, I wanted to attend the parenthood exhibition at a nearby mall. So, you see, trying to squeeze in a ridiculous number of activities just won't cut it.
In the end, we only managed to accomplish half of what we set out to do. By the time we arrived at the immigration office, we were told that their entire, ENTIRE computer system was down. That effectively meant - even the queue-number dispensing machine didn't work. We waited for a while before we decided to scrap the idea and headed back home.
Actually, that wasn't the worst of what happened to us. We were involved in an accident just before reaching MIL's place to pick Ash up. Thank GOD it was a minor one and no one was badly hurt. You could say that it was somewhat of a head-on collision between our car and a motor-cycle. Hubby was the driver and the car was mine.
We were already in the residential vicinity of my MIL's place when the accident occurred. Knowing hubby, he is a careful driver. And the fact that we were in a residential area, there was no reason for us to speed. We were doing about 30 to 40 km. We saw the motor-cycle coming at us and honestly, I thought he had seen us too. I mean, how could he not? It was broad daylight!
It seems that, according to my hubby, he wasn't paying attention (do you think he was day-dreaming of franchise opportunities?) and was also driving in the middle of the road. As he approached nearer to us, hubby honked but was a little too late. He had already driven too fast which led him to lose control of his bike and hit the driver's side of my car. He fell and his bike fell on his leg. Unfortunately for us, because of the narrow road we were traveling on plus a car which was parked on the curb at our side of the road, avoiding him was just impossible.
The biker is alright, with merely aches and pains. No bruise or bleeding - at least, not that any were visible to us. By then, people from the nearby houses were already out, talking to us and handing the biker a glass of water. No chaotic scenes nor stalled traffic. We left 30 minutes later and obviously, very late for our next appointment.
I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind for a weekend read. But, I feel that a blog wouldn't be a blog (in this case, my blog) if I am inhibited from saying what I want to say. I promise however that future fun and happier posts will (hopefully) grace your terminal soon. In fact, today is much better. To quote the lady from one of the houses - “Both of you will have good things come your way after this”. Cynical? Oh well, lets hope she's right.
I think our bad day had something to do with us wanting to get everything done. We wanted to get our errands done, our passports done, our cleaning done and when we are done with that, I wanted to attend the parenthood exhibition at a nearby mall. So, you see, trying to squeeze in a ridiculous number of activities just won't cut it.
In the end, we only managed to accomplish half of what we set out to do. By the time we arrived at the immigration office, we were told that their entire, ENTIRE computer system was down. That effectively meant - even the queue-number dispensing machine didn't work. We waited for a while before we decided to scrap the idea and headed back home.
Actually, that wasn't the worst of what happened to us. We were involved in an accident just before reaching MIL's place to pick Ash up. Thank GOD it was a minor one and no one was badly hurt. You could say that it was somewhat of a head-on collision between our car and a motor-cycle. Hubby was the driver and the car was mine.
We were already in the residential vicinity of my MIL's place when the accident occurred. Knowing hubby, he is a careful driver. And the fact that we were in a residential area, there was no reason for us to speed. We were doing about 30 to 40 km. We saw the motor-cycle coming at us and honestly, I thought he had seen us too. I mean, how could he not? It was broad daylight!
It seems that, according to my hubby, he wasn't paying attention (do you think he was day-dreaming of franchise opportunities?) and was also driving in the middle of the road. As he approached nearer to us, hubby honked but was a little too late. He had already driven too fast which led him to lose control of his bike and hit the driver's side of my car. He fell and his bike fell on his leg. Unfortunately for us, because of the narrow road we were traveling on plus a car which was parked on the curb at our side of the road, avoiding him was just impossible.
The biker is alright, with merely aches and pains. No bruise or bleeding - at least, not that any were visible to us. By then, people from the nearby houses were already out, talking to us and handing the biker a glass of water. No chaotic scenes nor stalled traffic. We left 30 minutes later and obviously, very late for our next appointment.
I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind for a weekend read. But, I feel that a blog wouldn't be a blog (in this case, my blog) if I am inhibited from saying what I want to say. I promise however that future fun and happier posts will (hopefully) grace your terminal soon. In fact, today is much better. To quote the lady from one of the houses - “Both of you will have good things come your way after this”. Cynical? Oh well, lets hope she's right.
2 comments:
Oh My!!!
I'm so sorry that all that happened to you!
I guess that every now and then we all have those sh**** days!LOL!
xoxo
oh dear...sorry to hear about this. thank god everyone is ok. the chinese always say, "por choy tong choi" :D
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