Early mornings are a nemesis to helpless people waiting for taxis. Before 6, taxis would flock the roads, in hope of idiots who stupidly pay the 50% midnight surcharge. After 6, taxis would all go into hiding, waiting to prowl again at 7am, when the peak-hour starts.
I waited and waited and waited hopelessly for a taxi just 2 hours ago. I saw 178 drive into the bus stop twice and I had countless mental struggle to take the bus. However, accompanied by a luggage, a backpack, a camera bag and a tripod bag, I cannot risk the lives of other bus passengers.
Half an hour later I gave up waiting on this side of the road and crossed the road since I saw more taxis with green signs. Another 15 minutes passed, and I spotted a taxi. I waved like a chicken trying to fly and yes! it swerved into the busstop. I was lucky enough because the taxi driver is terminating at Jurong East.
In total I paid $12.80 because I went by Dairy Farm exit. But those moolahs were worth it because I had a nice Malay taxi driver. Very polite, very quiet (bless him) and very good driving skills.
In conclusion,
Chinese taxi drivers please learn from your Malay counterparts. Yakking away does not make you an engaging taxi driver; passengers get irritated.
I reached hall and could not sleep due to abovementioned lethal coffee. Being a studious student, I gobbled up the 204 readings and looked through the powerpoint slides. Then, I created a to-do list for February 2010.
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The aircon is fixed by the way.
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
time to get ready for lecture and the thought of having to lug the camera and tripod back to school is putting me off, but I will survive!
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