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Tuesday, June 05, 2007

it's just a twist, and a bit of turn. no biggie.

i officially made a complete fool out of myself yesterday when i puked in front of the teacher because i had a really bad stomachache.
i went back to school for photo duty for LTC. okay, maybe i wasn't looking forward to it. hell, i don't look forward to anything that is equaled to leaving the house, and waking up early. remind me why i'm still studying again.
anyway, i didn't have a stomachache when i went to school, it only started after i placed my bag, okay, not bag, more like book and mini handbag (my wallet. DURH) in the presentation studio. i was in the courtyard room or something when the pain started getting worse, and i got joshua to pass me the plastic bag cuz i was sooo worried that i puke all over the sound system. and when joshua went to get the teacher, and when the teacher came and ask me "are you okay?", i was like "mm hmm, and then the next moment, my breakfast ended up in the plastic bag. coming out from the wrong place.
i think mr lee was kinda mortified. i mean, not everyday you see a girl who's dying from stomachache, puking up her breakfast like a waterfountain. oh joy.
anyway, i was sent home, can't say i was sad about it, cuz i was seriously thinking of puking again.
had to call a cab to go home cuz at that time, it's kinda hard to get a cab and everything. but when i got into the cab and looked at the meter, i nearly got a heartattack of my life. the small digital meter at the bottom of the bigger one that shows your cab fare? yeah that shows how much MORE you're supposed to pay. plus together with the other cab fare thingie. yeah, and guess how much it was? on that small little thing. SIX BLOODY DOLLARS. YES PEOPLE. SIX EXTRA MORE DOLLARS. JUST BECAUSE I CALLED THE CAB DURING PEAK HOUR. that's four dollars surcharge for calling a cab during peak hour, and another two for hiring a cab during peak hour. MY GOD, that's HALF of the total cab fare HOME! the cab fare totaled up to $13.60, and that six dollars surcharge WAS BLOODY HELL HALF OF THE TOTAL CAB FARE (i'm repeating it for emphasis of how expensive taking a bloody cab is now a days.)
whatever happened to those days where the rickshaw pullers or trishaw riders only charged 50 cents for a ride from chinatown to bukit timah?
okay. i know, back then, 50 cents was like 5o dollars in singapore.
oh my god. six bloody dollars. these cab drivers are really earning good money are they not?

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