Essay : The Day When Everything Went Wrong

There are some days where everything goes wonderfully right. The sky is a clear blue, your neighbour wave at you as you go to school or work, there is an improvement in anything that you do, having fun with your friends, and go back home smiling. Days like this are more common than rare, but then there was a day when everything went wrong. And that particular day I’m talking about had successfully made me traumatized and changed one of my habit, forever.

That day was Thursday. To be exact, the Thursday of my second week in semester break holiday. The morning dawned bright and gay. It was a promise of wonderful happenings – as what I thought it would be.

Being a person who just recently got her car license, I’m officially appointed of becoming a driver. And by that, everyone expect me to send them everywhere they want to go. It’s not like I mind about that though since I can improve my driving skills. Then there is my eldest sister who asked me to send, accompany and be her personal assistant for a day to travel around the town. Since I don’t have anything else to do, I just agree like a good naïve little sister should be. Besides, I also got something to do in town. We had listed all the things we want to do which is go to hospital for my sister’s check-up, go to the supermarket and last but not least, go to the bank.

The first indication that I had that it would be a wrong day was when I cannot find my car key. We already late for the hospital appointment since that old lady, my sister are woke up late. And add with the mysterious of the lost key, I am surely getting very annoyed. It’s like the two things that I hate the most – waiting and searching for something, was happened at the same time! After almost 30 minutes, I finally figure out where the car key was, in the car! But I still have to wait for my sister who make-up and do everything girls will do when they want to go out. Later on, we are ready to go to the destination. My cheerful mood already dropped to the zero level yet I still think positive and smile to make sure my driving is not distracted with emotional feeling.

“Sis, can we stop by that restaurant?” My sister started to command me. And as usual, this good naïve little sister just following the instruction without many questions. It turn out that she wanted to meet her friend. At that time I was like, “Okay….” And that was the series of irritation moment. First, I parked the car wrongly and that stranger guy laughed at me. Second, I left the car key since I am such a forgetful person and third, I have to be alone with him while my sister went to the toilet. The feelings of you think that you don’t need to be there, that you just a wallpaper screen is overflowing in my mind. That was the time I really hoped that time will flies by fast than usual. What makes me feel more annoyed was that my sister pretend to not understand my eye-movement sign saying “let’s go right now! Now!” I am thinking about leaving her as revenge but I tried to be more patience, at least that stranger guy treat me Nasi Lemak and Teh Tarik.

After almost an hour just sitting staring at the sky and people wandering around, finally we move on to the real destination, hospital. And by that time, it’s already noon and noon means traffic jam. My hometown is really a hot place, in addition of my old car that does not has air-conditioner, my heart really burn with many feelings – be patience, irritation, annoyed. If that old lady wakes up earlier and not side-track to another place, we will be already done the check up! Yet we are stuck in the middle of a busy road with hundreds of transportation. Entering the hospital entrance, I can see no empty parking lot. So I have to back and forth in order to find a place to park. Glad that I got one, only to know that I am actually landed on a dirty mud – need to wash my car later. While my sister registers herself at a counter, I started to find a place that is empty so I can relax my mind – ward 8. Little did I know that ward 8 is a cut and clean section. As I walk with ear-phone and loud music being played, I bumped into the nurse who brings all the medical equipment and at that time, one of the scalpel are flying through the air and almost hit one of the patient. I feel so embarrassed and scared (that nurse looked so terrifying!) that I automatically hysterically asking for apologize and run away after that. Guess what, while I’m running, I bumped to another nurse, again and this time she has a medicine with her. This is the reason why we cannot run in the hospital or another public place. It will give us trouble!

Trying hard to stay poker face while my sister let her audible laugh toward my clumsiness in attempt to make the hospital in chaos, we slowly drive thru the road in a way to supermarket. I hope I will not bump to their cashier! Actually, I did bump into one of the workers but with trolley. So we shop as usual, my sister pick a things, I put it back, she shout at me, I still put the things back, like we always do but this time, it may be too dramatic. Not really, it’s more toward embarrassment of our face. Well, when we want to pay for the things in a counter, suddenly (yes, suddenly, sounds weird right?) my sister’s purse missing. Is that purse wanted to play hide and seek with us? Please not now, we have to pay and that short yet kind of muscular cashier just stared at us with the look of “Pay now!” but obviously, the purse are lost. And we really felt miserable at that time. Since I just a regular student, I do not have enough money and we have to back off and return with nothing, except for missing purse. Along the way back to the car, my sister panicked looking for her treasure. After a while searching, thank God we found the purse! In a car! (Like I search for my car key everywhere which turned out in a car, I bet my car is a secret keeper). Then we are in dilemma whether we should shop again or just continue our life do the next mission. My sister picked the first choice. I had to follow her, doing the same thing, twice! And we got the same cashier too! My face getting thinner minute by minute.

Because of the shops thingy, we are late to go to the bank. The bank will closed in 5pm sharp and as we in an urgent mode, I drove a little bit faster and one of my habits is I never wear seatbelt. Never. I hate it; it’s drowned me in a car! There is traffic jam as we run out of time and I never thought that the slow progress of another cars movement in front is actually because there is a road block. I am dead. The police caught me and my sister not wearing seatbelt and with a pestering smile and a face that asked for an elbow, the police gave me a summon.  The RM300’s summon! God, what on earth is going on? How am I supposed to pay RM300 for merely not wearing a seatbelt? It’s not like if I die because of not wearing seatbelt, the police will suffered all his life! (Unless the incident is I bump into him with my car!) So I pretend to wear a green mask as I begged him for mercy but what I got? A really annoying smile of him and a piece shit of paper! Now, I am totally pissed off! I can still be patience if I have to wait or to search but when it comes to money, I become really sensitive.

 Still burning, we arrive to the bank 30 minutes before it is closed. I need to bank in a lot of money to the company that I purchased camera and drawing tablet online. I hope this will end soon since I am really tired, and angry. But things will not be as expected. Such a true story, the deposit machine was broke and with all of proud, the machine swallows my RM830 and went black! What the! My money! I cannot speak anymore, my breath not unstable; my patience reached its limit. If you give me a lighter and oil at that time, I am sure tomorrow all the headlines news will be reported about the burnt building. My sister tried to calm me down, she quickly handle the form of problem and fill it in so the bank will return the money back to my account. I can smile a little when my sister being flirted by the security guard (so funny!) but as we returned the old car with no air-condition, my heart is hurt back. I just sit while holding tight the steering, staring blankly at the meter.

“Cause you had a bad day, cause you had a bad day”

Daniel Powter, I don’t ask to you to sing for me. Why the radio suddenly open? Turn it off! I don’t know why this day feel so miserable. I’m embarrassed, I’m annoyed, I’m angry but most of all, I felt really tired. I just want to go back home. But my head feel want to explode, my hand cannot move properly, as I don’t realize that there is a liquid falling down through my soft cheek. It’s getting tense and I cannot hold it anymore. Screw it, I don’t care we still in parking lot, in this hot car. I just want to cry.

My sister pat my back softly. She tried to calm me but I’m in a state of ‘just let me’ so she is waiting for me as I cried my heart out (actually I just sit, cry without sound). After the’ crying like baby’ session end, I start the engine, and drive slowly back home. All night long, I reflect myself, what I have done wrong in this life, what I had learnt through all these scenes. And I smiled. Actually this experience not that bad at all. I just need to pay for RM300 summon (and I am a poor student), doing a work that can be done by a minute become a week and having many funny embarrassing moment. It’s not that bad! It’s funny! As I chuckled alone, my sister started to think I’m going crazy so she make me a hot chocolate and treat me like a princess. After all, not every day is wonderful yet I can still enjoy every moment – end the day with happy ending.




Ya.. Happy ending? I still got to pay that crappy summon.
P/S : since that, I dislike seeing police and police station lalala~~