So, today when I left home for school I was in a very good mood and thanx to Dr Priya, I had an interesting time during my classes. In the same spirit, I left my class to go home only to discover it was raining cats and dogs, "Natalie, itz rainin" I said to one of my classmates who then offered me an umbrella and I set out to get a taxi that will take me all the way home.
I knew I was doomed when I stood in the rain with Natalie's small umbrella for about 20 minutes and got no taxi, my bag was getting soaked with the water and so was my jeans at my feet. I was losing hope when suddenly I waved a cab and it stopped. There was great traffic jam, so cars moved slowly. few minutes away from the school gate I felt like going to the toilet but I told myself that I could hold it till I got home. I was wrong cos the hold up was getting worse and he, the taxi driver wasnt moving fast
I felt lyk givin him a tap on the head a "Knock....knock, hello can u move now" cos this dude seemed not to be in a hurry but I was cos I was pressed and needed to use the toilet or else " I'll die"...
It was almost coming out on me and I ran all the way upstairs to release myself...
Now am relieved and I have made up my mind that as far as taxi is concerned here in Malaysia, I will never again enter a Malay man's car cos I have discovered that they are generally too slowgish for my liking and if anytin lyk ds happens again then I may just die in the car while the driver moves lyk a snail. I will only enter a taxi with a Chinese or Indian driver, even though they generally charge more and tend to be reckless, but they at least take me to my destination fast enough and I dont have to worry about dying or soiling my clothes with SHIT!
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