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angel from hell

11:25 PM - Wednesday, May 13, 2009

YO.

i just had to rant. forgive my choice of words.

the taxi driver just had to get on my bloody nerves today.
okay, so i was running late and i was very flustered.
i board the cab and told uncle the destination,
and he had to spit on me and said,"huh?! raffles? oh riverside xxx."
"no uncle, raffles hotel"
(spits again) "oh raffles!"
kay, not his fault his mouth is like that.

then this is the best part:
he was listenin to this hokkien chinese disco pop station.
and he cranked it up louder by the notch when we were entering the kpe (prolly afraid he cant get reception). so it was getting a little to loud and i asked him to turn it down, he did and when i put my ipod earphones on, he cranked it back.
damn annoying.
so we journeyed the damn long expressway and he just kept increasing the volume.
he increase, i increase my ipod volume, he increase again, i increase some more.
walau, cant take it anymore.
i asked him to turned it down, but the fucker ignored me and tune it to the loudest.
GODDAMMIT! i can hear every single word and sound to that horrible songs even with my ipod on max volume.
cant you frigging imagine that!?
the sounds were screeching agonizingly disturbingly horrid!
i wanted to cry, like literally. that motherfucker was bullying me luh!

that feeling was worst than in sec4 when we got our o's results and pris and i wanted to paste our o's slips on our eyes and walk across tpe. then i thought, if i wanted to die, i want quick and peaceful ones. the die in your sleep kinds. short and sweet.

there's still part2.
then uncle decided disco music was enough and switched to the buddhist chants.
no offense to anyone, i have nothing against that religon.
that shitface just had to crank it up again and worst! he SANG/CHANTED ALONG with it. at the top of his lungs i must add.
the cab was personal ktv singalong session. the best in singapore and jb.
i swear if i wasnt in the cab alone with him, i'll just punch that asshole and drive his car into the cement walls of kpe, prolly rob him afterwards, draw on his face and run off to another cab.
sucker. kay makes no sense.

thank god i reached, wanted to just throw coins at him so badly for that lousy service and attitude. but my agony and angry thoughts temporarily dispelled when the bellboy with huge grin and cute dimples cringed at uncle's noise pollution. hahahha!
superficial? very much.

kay done, supper's calling!

ohyeah, i took down that ass' name and cab number.
still deciding whether to lodge a complain; but need to find the template from sec4 O's english letter writing first. ha.

till then (: