did i tell u i tripped n fell
dat was on sat nite after watching pin's band at timbre
it's humiliating enough i fell flat on my face, in front of a bunch of
dat's not e end of my misery
when i fell, my debit card actually dropped out of my bag.
but i only realized it's missing today(2days later), while in sch, n i PANICKED, horror stories of card fraudsters n misuse flashing across my mind.
feeling fidgety n restless i decided to rush home to look for it despite e fact i have a project discussion in 2hrs' time
an hr later at hm, my fate is sealed.
it's gone.
sianz. gotta call up bank to terminate card + request for replacement+survive on my limited cash while waiting for e bank to mail e new card over.
naturally i cldnt make it back to sch on time by public transport which's nv reliable when u're rushing
so like wad any good citizen wld do i decided to boost e dwindling economy by making more private consumption : taking a cab :D
after years of training (in cab-taking) i've come to identify 3 major types of cab uncle:
1) the impersonal silence-is-golden 'dao' uncle.
dis one. i like. i leave u alone. u leave me alone. everyone's happy.
2) the dialect-speaking whiner uncle: curses occasionally, complains a lot, never happy w e govt, full of
dis one. i can tolerate. act like a bimbo whose idea of politics is prince william's new love interest e conversation dies n u'd get ur peace
3) the angmoh-speaking 'cultured' uncle who tries to share their wisdom n insists on tellin u their life story. it's a must to mention their daughter/son/daughter-in-law/son-in-law is a doctor/lawyer/scholarship holder/graduate and they are only driving to kill time.
dis one. kill me please.
anyway, e cab uncle i run into today. is more than weird. he's ECCENTRIC.
he's type 3 uncle at heart, but somehow he has evolved into a species above e rest.
first, instead of e usual class 95 fm he has BBC on e radio o.O
den, he speaks w a phony accent, i tink it's supposed to be british.
he rattled on n on abt god creating a beautiful world so we shd work less to appreciate e beauty (imagine a spoilt player dat keep skippin n repeatin e same track, limited vocab, same boring topic dat he was struggling to stretch into a 10min speech)
n all e while i was on a phone, pretty apparent tryin to make a phone call (tryin to, cos he wldnt stop talking n it was distracting =..=)
i had to cut him off short when e call got thru. i tink he was kinda offended, after i hung up there was dis awkward silence *cheng fidgets, pretends to sms no-one, plays w her hair*
after wat seemed like eternity we finally arrived at NUS n i tot e torturous ride was over
guess wat?
I
LEFT
MY
WALLET
AT
HM
fuck
fuck
FUCKKK!!!!!!!!
had to ask uncle to drive me hm n back to sch again
he tried offerin alternative solutions, including lendin me money but i cut him off short again
not my fault he likes to talk to me whenever i'm on e phone!
now uncle is offended n gloomy. he blasts BBC n we drove in complete silence.
triple e cab fare + triple e torture.
sigh.
HOW. SHUI. CAN. ONE. GET?
anyway pin's band din make it to e finals. tink they deserved e place instead of e emo punk kiddos humph
oh yeah i've decided i like ice-cold beer
SHIOK!
blog post bt mochi n irene's sendoff coming up~
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