alright. here are the facts:

• daniel and i were coming out from school at around 8 plus. we decided to cab over to yew tee mrt because steph needed to pass notes to dan.
• we walked over to somewhere near the school's shell station and waited for a cab.
• we flagged down a cab which prob saw us like, 5 meters away. (it was in the middle lane) then it just drove forward until it was on par with us, then it flashed the left indicator to pick us up.
• it STOPPED halfway between the middle and left lane. like hesitating. the bus behing honked. ok nvm.
• we got up the taxi, and told the uncle, yew tee.
• he was moving at like 20 km/h while talking to us. he said something like he wasn't familiar with yew tee and asked us to tell him where to go. then we just said its near cck. (true what).
• then he started to drive. at first, everything was ok.
• then we realised he was driving at an average of 40km/h. daniel told him nicely to please drive faster because we are rushing for time. NO REACTION. NEVER INCREASE SPEED.
• ok, nevermind. then the uncle was like hesitating at every possible turn to see if it says " cck crescent" (because we told him the actual add).
• okay, we're getting a little pissed because the meter is jumping happily away. then he don't know where to go, he just took funny turns and we ended up joy riding around cck and bukit panjang.
• note: daniel told the driver to " zhuan you". which is to turn right. AND THE DRIVER WANTED TO TURN LEFT! dan had to point the direction, then he " oh, oh". then turn.
• after that, we directed him through old cck road. and he still driving at 40 km/h. and his driving is jerky.
• after happily joy riding, he took us to some unknown expressway, and we saw the sign " night safari". wow. dan was very pissed and i was keeping very quiet.
• i just told the uncle to drive us to a place where there's bus to take. and he agreed to charge 5 bucks only.
• he let us off at krangi mrt.
• the taxi fare actually came up to 12+, 13 bucks.

ok. so that was the fact. anything needed to be authorised or verified, the above facts are given in an objective way. no bias-ness. just facts. dan can vouch for it too.

and now comes the abusing part. this part, alot of vulgarities, alot of anger. paiseh hor.

okay, first things first. if you are to be a taxi driver, a good one anyway, you have to know your roads right? even if you dont know them, please please do have a street directory in your beautiful glove compartment. it isn't so difficult.

so if you should have customers whose destination you do not know, please, stop the car someplace safe, pause the meter, and CHECK THE FUCKING STREET DIRECTORY!! (sounds so familiar~ except the latter.)

and uncle, i asked you very nicely if you had a street directory, and i was prepared to look it up for you! which passenger does that, i ask you? and you just had to loudly say " oh, mei you mei you! wo mei you de! " eh, owning and checking a street directory very ps meh? clever people check up directories and save up on petrol uncle!

that aside, my dear uncle. i ask you ar, which taxi driver drives at an average of 40 bloody km/h? i understand if it is a busy junction and stuff, but hey. we had stretches of straight roads, straight roads! and there is absolutely no small side roads or whatsoever. it was like a bloody expressway. who the fuck drives at 40km/h on an expressway! come on la uncle. " cck crescent" is NOT going to pop up halfway through the expressway!!

dan told him to drive faster and he still went at the same speed. maybe occasionally his foot spasm and hit the accelerator and it went faster for like, 3 mins, then the slowness comes back again.

fucking irritating cann!!

and hello, uncle ar, we are all very frustrated already hor. i know dan raised his voice and kaopei-ed you. if i stayed in the taxi for another 10 mins going at 40 an hour, not knowing where to go. i'd strangle u. but hey, you don't fucking raise your voice at my boyfriend okay? we've given you like so many hints we're frustrated already, asking you to get some confirmation, make some decisions until it boiled up to this level. you dont fucking tell us off and start tsk tsking around while still driving so slowly.

and you don't come and start muttering bloody things under your breath like " ai yer, zao zhi dao bu yao zai le." fuck u. don't think i didn't hear that amongst dan's complaints over the phone to steph. i'm sitting inches from you, not a few meters. and im not deaf.

speaking of which the driver seems to be selectively listening... either that or he's partially deaf. (of which should not be the case bcos it wd be dangerous!) for example, when dan told him to drive faster NICELY, he like pretend he didnt hear anything and didn't give any reaction at all!! he didn't even drive faster!

and when i told him nicely to just go straight when he's still contemplating a side road that's never seen before, he like never hear me, didn't give reaction ( again!) and he continued to comtemplate until i said louder " go straight uncle!" then he " orh". then drive so slowly again. happened a few times i believe, and sometimes dan amplified my voice for me (it seems to work better).

you know what uncle, go and retake your fucking taxi license.

okay so dan actually called steph and complained about the taxi uncle. he talked in the taxi and complained (quite loudly) whilst i was just sitting there behind the driver seat quietly. i was actually fucking pissed off already, but i don't know how i managed to keep so calm. my voice when i talked to the uncle was calm, but there's already significant tones of irritation mixed with it. i felt more like a commando giving a recruit orders.

after he let us off at kranji, i paid for the 5 bucks. and i was already fucking pissed and ready to explode. the taxi was jerking it's whole way to krangi mrt! like if it were sexually arousing i would probably have like 5 orgasms already.BUT ITS NOT! it's really bad, after i came down i felt like puking. fucking carsick. on the way to the mrt i exploded into a string of vulgarities. dan was a little shocked i think. (sorry sweetheart)

we took the mrt to yew tee, met steph, got the notes, and i got back home. and here i am blogging about the fucked up taxi ride.

i may have missed out on some nitty gritty details, but yeah, that's pretty much it! and we're going to have to complain. i can't imagine if that guy picks up some ah beng or hei se hui people. it'll get him fucking killed.

anyway, i love you darls! muah!