Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Ferrari incident

The video showing frame by frame how the serene night was intruded rudely by a flash of red crashing into a snail blue is now the talk of the town.

(you can see it here)

I was sharing with my friends today that “aiyah, as long as it’s a Ferrari anyone is driving, it definitely must be that driver’s fault”.  There are varied opinions of the fatal accident that go as far as that the Ferrari driver wasn’t in the wrong (seriously?). Even if it were to be shown in black and white, the video is concrete evidence - the lights had already turned in the favour of the taxi for a good 5 seconds! Alas, lives were cruelly taken away in a time less than that. Before you could even make out the venomous vroom surging from the adjacent road, all your eyes can catch is the racing Ferrari crashing into the innocent taxi, lifting it off the ground, smashing metal into pieces.
Like a muscular man crushing an empty soft drink can with his bare fingers.

My condolences towards the deceased and their families.
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On the social media you can spot furious netizens and peers grabbing this opportunity to point furious fingers at the Government for letting foreigners in and more exaggeratedly, allowing them to drive. Can you really make such a relation, I ask you. How would you see it if other countries banned you from driving their vehicles? Something closer at heart: do you know who cleans the void deck you conveniently litter, who collects the dripping trashbag you half-heartedly attempt to tie up, who piles the very brick layers that protect you from the heat and rain?
Is your opinion biased because of where the Ferrari driver originated from, or because he is young and rich and drives a sports car?

And I find this most amusing:
Maybe the originator was just being exaggerating... everyone is entitled to their own views. But the whole point is, be objective, people. Your grandparents were foreign talents themselves.

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