Looks like it's about 2 weeks since my last real entry, proving how monotonous these 2 weeks have been. It's a routine - working on weekdays, then meet up with friends at night, and then slacking my weekend away. Well, at least the monotony was "broken" when someone crashed into my car on Monday.

I was happily making my way home after a day of hard work, and just after I exited the expressway to my house, I had to make a right turn somewhere. After I made the turn, I ended up on the middle lane and noticed an old scrapyard Mercedes about to get stranded on the left lane as it was blocked by a stationery truck, so out of goodwill, I actually gave way for him to get onto the middle lane even though he was going REAL slow. After passing by the truck, I assumed that he wanted to get back onto the left lane so I waited, and waited. No signal nor action from him. As I would be turning left soon, I decided to go ahead onto the left lane and so I did. Since he was so slow, I eventually caught up with him and was about to pass him by, when suddenly, I caught a glimpse of him signaling left through my side window. A split second later, BANG! Bastard guy had just won a bumper car tournament. Deciding not to block other vehicles, I decided to stop at a bus bay to settle this misfortune with him. As expected, he followed suit.

The moment I got out of my car, I noticed a horrible long scratch along ALL the fenders and doors, plus a small indentation on the edge of my back door. The very first words to get out of his mouth were "What happened?". Wow, I personally assume he must be sleepwalking/sleepdriving then, as he was not even aware of what has happened. I told him he had crashed into my car, and offered him a choice of whether he would like to pay me via insurance or out of his own cash. He chose the latter, and offered $100, which I don't think is enough for even the paintwork to cover the bloody long scratches, let alone the dent. I insisted that we exchanged particulars in order to settle the repair costs after I get it done, but he refused. He even made me a higher offer of $150, and that really set me off, as he was making me sound like an extortionist. Of course, I refused. In the end, we went to the police station, with my brother on his car so he wouldn't run away.

It was simply a waste of time at the station. The policeman attending to us was simply incompetent. He knew that "by right", particulars should be exchanged in the event of a traffic accident, yet he did nothing to enforce it. To make things short, he did not manage to help any of us AT ALL. He simply told us to call our insurance agents to ask if the other party's particulars are needed. We left the station and I proceeded to make the call. The woman on the line simply told me all I needed was his car plate number, so I decided that things would be settled from there. Meanwhile, the bastard driver continued whining to himself. Well, from what my brother and I noticed, he kept referring to us as 'young man', and kept talking about 'experience'. In other words, he looked down on us due to our age. But hey, so much for experience. He was the one who collided into me anyway, not the other way round.

Soon, I decided to put an end to his whining and left the place. I then called my mechanic and related the incident to him. He told me that since the motherfucker had refused to exchange particulars, I should file a police report, so I went back to the station and had to get that incompetent policeman to file the report for me. Finally, I went home, totally tired out by the incident.

Moral of the story: Motherfuckers still exist in the world. Always make sure you are prepared to deal with them.

So, my vehicle is still with the mechanic, and surveyors are investigating the accident.