UNCLE..... shut up.....

This morning i had to cab to work, not because i woke up late, its just my body doesnt wanna obey my mind, so i got stuck on my bed for an extra 20mins. I think 1/3 of my pathetic allowance from the government goes to comfort every month, im THAT lazy.

Anyway, wads interesting today was not how long i took to get out of my bed. Its how the taxi uncle unconsciously refuses to allow me to rest on his cab. The moment i got onto the cab, he started talking and talking and talking and talking. Wad is worse is he spoke to me in hokkien, and the only few hokkien words that im super familiar with are the knnbccb range of vocab, plus a few simple ones. So throughout the journey i was nodding my head, smiling, laughing when he laughs and trying to make him understand the direction i was giving him in chinese.

Just when i f-ing thought i could rest a little, he asked if my camp is the one at the taxi stand, and i replied "no, its the one at "lou shang" (upstairs in chinese)", and he freaked out. "its not lou shang, its shan shang" (my camp is located right at the top of the hill), blah blah blah blah blah - "uncle, my chinese not good, cannot blame" - and i immediately wished i didnt tell him this.

"You know singaporean language cannot make it, english sucks, chinese sucks, only 1% can speak proper english, say le you dont believe, last time i was a language teacher (like real), ang mo always laugh at our english, grammer all wrong, this that this that, and i was a tour guide last time, then ah #$&$$#%!%&$" (all in hokkien), there goes my morning nap =.=

He doesnt look old, so for him to be a teacher, tour guide and then my irritating taxi uncle, he must either be really lousy at his job, or he is too rich and wishes to try all sorts of stuffs before he retires.