taxi! fweeeweeeeet!

taxi drivers.

you either love them or loathe them.

a taxi driver can make or break my mood on any one day depending on how late i am on that day, how wet my hair is or whether the temperature has surged past 31 degrees.

i take hundreds of taxis a year. that's a whole load of emotional upside downs. yesterday, mr wong was suggesting i bypass the erp and take another route which would save me some money.

"it's ok. saving $1 and being 5 minutes later is not worth it for me."
"if only everybody was like you, miss."

and so it began. suddenly i knew his entire family. the patient wife, the irresponsible and non-thinking 19 year old daughter, the two innocent teenage boys and their small pockets. it's nice sometimes, when you meet a guy who tells you about the difference between people living on a higher floor and those who live on the lower floors.

"you don't get to see so much when you live on the lower floor, but when you are the higher floors, you get to see so much. you get to see things differently, not just what's in front of you."

how right he is.

unfortunately, 85% of the world population live on the lower floors. even i go downstairs sometimes.

and then there was the other cab driver who was singing to ancient chinese songs and driving me up the wall.

and then there was the cab driver who snorted, sneezed and gave me change.

there was also another who was bent on driving at the legal speed limits and below.

then there was mr lee. mr lee was telling me about how a lady cheated him out of cabfare by saying she didn't bring her wallet. she gave him her number and asked him to call her and get the money from her. when he called her repeatedly, she never picked up his calls. and lo and behold, she boarded his cab again three weeks later by sheer coincidence (i swear god is a conspiracy fan) and asked her to send him home. halfway throughout the journey, she suddenly realised she was in a familiar cab. she started shifting uncomfortably in the cab, then requested for a change in destination - two streets away from where she originally asked him to drop her off. then she made him drive another round, a few streets further away. mr lee said, "haha. she didn't want me to know where she stayed!"

there are the good, and the bad and ugly.

(the good) cab drivers don't have it good here. as for the ones who obviously bypass you to wait for your taxi booking - you should be ashamed of yourselves.

they spill the ink in the bowl of milk.

next weekend, ravi and i will fly down to k.l. (yes, am showoff, edzie).

looking forward to relaxing, shopping and eating with edna, mike and matchap. matchap's the only guy i call by nickname, other than Orni whom i call maknenek all the time.

i miss Orni :) did you hear that, missy? hehe.

edna will singlehandedly render all my current clothes in my wardrobe useless. she's gonna feed me, i know it.

i should not have lent $400 to Peediddy. i knew it would not get returned on time, and somehow i felt it would not get returned at all.

now i have to cut down my shopping budget in k.l. unless Peediddy returns the $400 back.

i still cannot find that shophouse. argh.

office fallitics have been interesting this past week. you see grown up men scheming their way to another's downfall and you see them at each other's throats using sophisticated manipulation and mind-control methods to twist simple english words into caustic, job-causing statements. all these from different continents and time-zones. and we are using a different approach to work. we're gonna turn everything upside-fucking-down.

it's gonna be fun. if i lose my job, i'm going to work with the chimps and teach them that eating baby chimps is "not good, boys".

as usual, i've been having vivid dreams. but what i find weirder is that i've been dreaming of a particular colleague for three nights in a row. eck! i.will.not.analyse.

dreamt of Fundel. he's supposed to be back in singapore this week already but have not seen him. maybe he decided to stay in germany and leave his filipino girlfriend behind. Orni - don't kick yourself that you didn't make a move on Fundel when he was here. he's luverly.

saw an Ikea sale ad. have.to.restrain.self.

have a good weekend everybody!