silens-silentium

Alot of interesting things happened the past weekend, good, bad and ugly.  The good thing is:  I got ganbanged.  The bad thing(s) is(are): Password Protected, and the ugly things refer to THE Taxi Driver and THE Policemen.

In any case, I shall not elaborate on the gangbang because of its intensely personal, and unless someone is willing to offer me a decent price to publicly announce how my cherry got popped (I have the vid too!), its going to be password protected.

In any case, the highlight of this post goes to dear Uncle Taxi Driver, and dear Mr. Policemen.  Here it goes:

Troll, bartsechz and I were stranded at Gombak at 2200hrs.  We wanted to go home quick, so we decided to take a cab.  As we were walking along the road from West Mall towards Gombak MRT, we spotted this old Yellow Top Taxi that was vacant.  Actually, truth be told, I was quite hesitant about taking the cab, as it just stopped like in the middle of nowhere, and it seemed as if the driver was napping or something.  Nevertheless, there were no taxis nearby, so when we neared the cab, we flagged it down, and boarded the cab.  Wrong decision, i should have realised the moment I boarded the cab.

Firstly, the cab lacked suspension.  I suspect the cab had not been serviced for quite some time.  Secondly, it was not really very well-maintained, and the interior had a musky odour to it.  Perhaps that is my imagination, but I can confirm that the cab was stuffy, very stuffy.  In fact, it was so stuffy that the interior of the windowpanes frosted, can you believe it?  The only other time that happened was when HK friend drove us out to Simpang Bedok for prata, and forgot to turn on the aircon.  The best thing was, when the windscreen frosted over, HK friend was so blur that he remarked “Wah what happened? Outside so hot ah?”.  It was only 1 minute later that he realised the aircon was not turned on.

Anyway, back to the story, Uncle Taxi Driver then asked us where we were headed to.  We mentioned that we were going 3 faces, and I swear I saw his countenance change abruptly twice: From neutral to black, then to the dirty old uncle look, which means he is up to no good.  Anyway, the order was as follows: bartsechz first, then me, then troll.  The cab then started to cruise on the roads.

At first we were thinking, perhaps dear Uncle Taxi Driver is an old geezer, so he’s being more cautious.  However, when he persisted with the snail-like speed even on empty road, I started to get suspicious.  I was thinking: Is he so tired he’s about to doze off, or is he trying to be funny?  bartsechz was lucky, he got off before the next thing happened.

After letting bartsechz alight, the taxi speed became EVEN slower.  If the taxi was crawling at 40km/h before then (which definitely is an exaggeration), dear Uncle Taxi Driver lowered it to 30km/h.  By then troll and i were giving each other “oh wtf” stares, and he was getting real annoyed, partly due to the lack of air, and partly because he had an air bubble in his stomach and could not fart/burp it out.  In any case, given this situation, can anyon tell me why a cab, travelling so slowly, was stopped by a police patrol?

The answer was: Attempting to turn illegally when it was red light.  I think most of us would know the new traffic rules right? If the right turn signal is red, you are not allowed to turn at all, or even move into a “ready to turn” position.  Dear Uncle Taxi Driver however, opted to inch his way forward, and even turned when the traffic light was bloody red.  it’s fine, you know, when there is no enforcement officer around.  However, for some reason, Dear Uncle Taxi Driver apparently did not see Dear Mr Policemen on patrol, and also wanting to turn, just like him.  Dear Uncle Taxi Driver apparently did not hear the honking too, even though troll and I kept turning back to see what the honking din was about (honk if you think Dear old wrinkled Uncle Taxi Driver is sexy… or something).

Anyway, the patrol overtook us, and the driving Dear Mr Policeman gesticulated, quite rudely, for dear Uncle Taxi Driver to pull over.  Dear Uncle Taxi Driver pulled over, and got out of the cab, leaving troll and I in the stuffy cab, looking like illegal immigrants caught trying to smuggle into Singapore via cab.  In any case, the taxi driver and dear Mr Policemen started talking in dialect, and I was damned sure dear Mr Policeman was swearing Hokkien vulgarities at dear Uncle Taxi Driver.

In any case, while this was going on, the taxi meter was still running, and our money was being eaten up.  Troll lost his temper and nearly wanted to barge out of the cab like an uncivilised barbarian and scream and rant and pull dear Mr Policemen’s dicks.  I had to physically restrain him to prevent bloodshed, and also to prevent me reaching home 48 hours later from a police station.  I endured a jab to the face by his elbow, which still hurts now.  Lucky the bruise isn’t very obvious, or he’ll fucking pay for the next bottle of facial wash I use.  Okay that was no link.

In any case, I told troll to cool down, and focus on getting the air bubble out of his asscrack(s) (either hole would do fine actually), and got out of the cab (and into the cool, relatively fresh night air).  i approached the other dear Mr Policeman, standing to one corner and observing the process, and politely asked him “Excuse me, could I know what is happening exactly?” His reply was “Oh, your dear Uncle Taxi Driver disregarded the red light, and refused to pull over despite our repeated honkings.” “Erm… okay, is it going to take long?  Because my friend *points to the troll still in the cab* is not really feeling well..”  “It’s going to be done soon, we’re just taking down his particulars.. By the way, do you think I could have your particulars too?”

OH WTF.  My details gets copied down for asking a mere 2 questions.  Perhaps they need me to be witness to testify against dear Uncle Taxi Driver for erm… making an illegal turn when the traffic light is red?  Perhaps dear Mr Policemen are not trustworthy enough, or perhaps they’re lacking in integrity?  In any case, rather than risk 48 hours in a police station, I gave him my IC, and turned my attention to the other pair of gay fags: Vulgar dear Mr Policeman, and Dear Uncle Taxi Driver, who was having alot of difficulty producing his driving license.  I have no idea if he eventually produced it, because dear Mr Policeman pointed to him and told him off “You better be careful, especially when you have passengers.”  Yes, so he realised by stopping the cab he was wasting our fucking money, because the meter was continously jumping. Dear Mr Policemen finally released Dear Uncle Taxi Driver, and without even a hint of apology to us about wasting our money, they just strode back to their vehicle in their yaya papaya manner, and drove off, ignoring the troll’s whining about paying us back the $1+ wasted.

In any case, dear Uncle Taxi Driver tried to suss me out about my thoughts on the matter, and I pointedly told him in Hokkien that it was a fucking waste of time (knn eh uncle, jin liao si gang eh), and dismissed the IC taking as a something insignificant.  While we were talking, troll and I noticed that instead of going via the faster route to my house, dear Uncle Taxi Driver was taking us for a ride to see factories in Aljunied and Paya Lebar, or jiak hong.  So stuffy already, what air to eat?

Troll finally had enough of the charade as dear Uncle Taxi Driver crawled out of the PIE and was taking his own sweet time to cut lanes to get to the turning lane.  He mentioned loudly in Mandarin that he was going to puke, then made retching noises.  Brilliant move on his part, because immediately the aircon was turned up, the speed went up by 20km/h almost immediately, and we reached my house 5 min later.

The total fare was $20 though, which is bloody expensive, considering the fact that the previous time we took a similar cab from the exact same place, from bartsechz to chui to yl (approximately the same distance), and taking into account midnight surcharges, it was also approximately $20.  Shows you how much he ripped us off.  Actually it was $21.20, but I made a show of not having coins, and dear Old Taxi Driver then said it was okay to just pay $20.

In case if you’re wondering about the carplate number of this taxi, its SH4664C, yellow top. I’m quite sure I got the number correct, but the troll can verify for me actually.

In any case, I reached home at 11pm, which is erm.. not THAT much earlier compared to taking the MRT. So screw it, i got ripped off yet again.  TROLL YOU OWE ME $3 for the overpayment of cab fare. So now I owe you $17 instead.

I just realised this was quite the long post.

I’m down to my last $22.30. $20 (approx.) in my bank account, and $2.30 in my wallet.

I’m never a fan of money, but lately, it seems that I’ve been thinking of nothing but money, money, and money: How to make money, how to spend money, and when my money is coming in.

I’m mirred quite deeply in debt too, for some reason(s) I do not exactly know. Anyway, to those I owe money: Don’t worry, I remember and I will definitely return you the money owed. Payday is on the 7th of this month, and its coming real soon.

I seriously need to rethink my spending habits, especially when I’m planning to bunk in with the troll in university, and my parents are absolutely not going to finance me staying in a residence.

Anyone willing to share their tips on how to save money? Or perhaps, hoard money/wealth?