I feel nauseous right now, with thanks to some fucked up taxi driver who apparently
doesn't know his way around Singapore.
And with the traffic jams and all, the whole ride costed me a whuppin' $16.80.
FAG.
Gotta' hate my body for it's vulnerability to motion sickness.
Anyhow, i woke up this afternoon at 12pm.
In the sweltering heat wave i walked to the bus-stop and having worn two layers of clothing
( A red T-shirt beneath, and a Black polo tee on the exterior ), it was not long after i started perspiring badly.
I could feel the dampness building up underneath my clothes.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, it was ONE HELLUVA LONG WAIT ( presumably 25 minutes or so ) before the 147 bus arrived.
And when it did, it was fuckin' loaded; with a hand signal of apology, the bus driver shut the door and off the bus went, chugging away noisily.
What the hell?
The next bus that came was just as bad. I had to position myself in such a cramped posture and the bus was moving so damn fuckin' slow as it was caught in a congested expanse of automobiles.
A traffic jam, that is.
I was late by a whole hour when i'd finally reached Shakespeare for my English lesson.
Damn fuckin' buses.
Oh, and i had no idea that there was supposed to be a Maths test today.
On.
Loci.
LOCI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The only subject that i'd failed to comprehend in my entire six years of secondary school life.
Stupefied as i was, i went ahead for the test and handed in a blank paper anyway.
Ms Jasmine gave me a blank stare as i exited the room.
Come to think of it, it was a pretty awkward scene back there.
I mean well, today's Teacher Day's eve and all -_-
SIGH.
Guess i shall end here.
Will submit an entry on Teacher's Day tommorrow :D
