Wednesday, March 07, 2007
walau...it's not my fault. i'll nv admit im at fault.
taxi drivers nowadays are very very jialat. i tell you, im so freaking hate them. no wonder grandma was cursing n swearing at taxi driver the other day.
told the uncle:
'turn right at st 51'
'where'
'after the traffice light in front'
'stop after the traffic light ar?'
'no no, nvm...u go straight and den turn right after the greenish temple'
still at tt bloody driver remains at left lane. still dun wanna move on to right lane to be prepared to turn. wtf.
'stop here ar'
'no, turn right'
'wait la, nv give me clear instruction'
'turn into blk 466,.........................turn right in front!'
'stop here ar?'
'no la, TURN RIGHT LA'
knn....dunno the route den dun be taxi driver la. go home ask ur fucking wife to dig ur ears for u la. cb. say so many times turn right u wan to stop for wad? still blame me. get a life. im paying u as if im throwing them to beggars ar. knn.
so who's at fault? me or the driver. if u ppl insist it's me, den be it. because instruction was given before the destination. when i told him st 41, he thought i said st 31.
forrtyyy n thirtyyy.....such a big diff.
my bf still insist it's my fault. okay lo. since he's more concern abt outsiders....no point arguing la. wait till he himself met someone like this, den i'll make sure i'll say it's his fault.
went to orchard, nus n den back to office.
results are out. jus check it in the morning.
9:22 PM
