A ride with uncle cabbie can make your rotten feeling totally go away..:)

boyfriend had to rush home so that he can submit his project on time.
this includes me being cooperative in his plan that i be independent and go take the bussie myself.

69cents to bus stop at market.
waited idk how long for 66.
contemplate taking cab instead.
but concerned about money money money.
so,waited longer for 66.
...
...
...
157 x2
174
960
171
...
...
...

66 came.
THE PEOPLE IN THAT BUS WERE NOT IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS.
it was almost like a thousand people stuffed into a tiny box; the very last persons were RIGHT AT THE FREAKING DOORS.
like okay.

flag flag.
UNCLE CAB PLEASE.
me: jurong east street 13 uncle.
uncle: one-three 13 is it?
me: yeah.
uncle: want to go by bb way or turn back to expressway?
me: er.....bb.
(i thought uncle will take the 66 route.but NO.)

he went to some ulu private estate there travelled for quite awhile.
the route looked really unfamiliar.
i thought on top of my rotten feeling he might just drop me off at some weird place.

so thankfully he didn't.
i made it safely home.
and guess what.
i felt better immediately.:)
yay.

okay.
today.another unproductive day.
why am i not the least surprised.
'got study not???!'
that's almost like what i hear every other day now.
because why?
sim retarded.
that's why.
exams...exams...depressing.

so after i came home from church in the morning, i slacked all the way until late afternoon and decided to go join retards in school.
skip the details, boyfriend had a bad day.
dont' worry boyfriend, at least it's a new day from now on.
and 4D will come again wednesday okay.
:)

i love you bf.:)

A ride with uncle cabbie can make your rotten feeling totally go away..:)

boyfriend had to rush home so that he can submit his project on time.
this includes me being cooperative in his plan that i be independent and go take the bussie myself.

69cents to bus stop at market.
waited idk how long for 66.
contemplate taking cab instead.
but concerned about money money money.
so,waited longer for 66.
...
...
...
157 x2
174
960
171
...
...
...

66 came.
THE PEOPLE IN THAT BUS WERE NOT IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS.
it was almost like a thousand people stuffed into a tiny box; the very last persons were RIGHT AT THE FREAKING DOORS.
like okay.

flag flag.
UNCLE CAB PLEASE.
me: jurong east street 13 uncle.
uncle: one-three 13 is it?
me: yeah.
uncle: want to go by bb way or turn back to expressway?
me: er.....bb.
(i thought uncle will take the 66 route.but NO.)

he went to some ulu private estate there travelled for quite awhile.
the route looked really unfamiliar.
i thought on top of my rotten feeling he might just drop me off at some weird place.

so thankfully he didn't.
i made it safely home.
and guess what.
i felt better immediately.:)
yay.

okay.
today.another unproductive day.
why am i not the least surprised.
'got study not???!'
that's almost like what i hear every other day now.
because why?
sim retarded.
that's why.
exams...exams...depressing.

so after i came home from church in the morning, i slacked all the way until late afternoon and decided to go join retards in school.
skip the details, boyfriend had a bad day.
dont' worry boyfriend, at least it's a new day from now on.
and 4D will come again wednesday okay.
:)

i love you bf.:)