Gloomy day. Literally i mean. It's been drizzling for hours now.
Went to KLCC, again, with mum. And since it was drizzling, I was abit phobic about driving. Cuz the accident happened after a heavy downpour. I went super slow when i was going up the flyover and guess what i saw. Around the same spot of the left divider which i hit, there wasn't ANY MORE DIVIDER. 4-5 metres of the divider gone. I was totally lost for words and gave a weak chuckle. Mum held my left forearm, silent comfort. I was praying hard that nothing too bad happened to the vehicle that went down. And no other vehicles was down there when it came down. cuz that part of the flyover is just above a busy roundabout.

mum: eh, how high up har that part?
me: hmm. dunno. but i know that's the highest point of the flyover.
mum : ohh.

When i was driving back, a stupid bnw horned me for doing nothing wrong. I got so mad i shouted f*cker straight. My mum laughed. I think it's the first time she heard me cursing.