I'm super frigging exceedingly incredibly unbelievably pissed off with an anciet relic who drove me to work today. This ugly balding teeth-decaying old man happened to b my designed cab driver, and he was one bloody cranky old guy. From the time I waddled into the cab, thanks to the impossibly heavy rain, and told him my destination and that I had to get there in as fast as he could go, he scolded me non-stop for a good 5 mins. Oh, and may I add that I spoke to him with utmost politeness and courtesy.

"This kinda rain how can u expect me to drive fast; If it weren't for the rain, I'd ask u to get off the cab now because I got to change my shift at 4 at Ang Mo Kio; U're very lucky I still wanna take u; U wanna rush, that's ur problem know, not mine; Next time leave earlier so u can reach earlier!!!!!!!!!" All exclaimed with an irritated inflection plus, he made it sound as though my request of him driving faster was how preposterous and completely out of this world.

And for the entire 5 mins, I remained silent and just took in whatever muck he was vomitting. If he were to have continued pass 6, I swear I would've lost it.

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Ever since I left secondary school, I've made scores of new friends. Some proved to b more worthy than others, and alot established very clearly that they were mere fair-weathered friends. After alot of thought, I've come to realise how much I detest associating myself with people like that. They're not only a waste of my time and effort, the memories they leave're a pain to reflect upon when u look at the state of the relationship at the present time. One in particular, confuse me to great extent. By action and by speech. Now, I'm just too tired to bother about a friendship I was deceived to believe was true.

Anyway, the term "fair-weathered friend" refers to a person who's only ur friend when u're happy and successful, according to the dictionary of cos. Try looking at it in a slightly different context for the successful part, then u can grasp what I mean.

Nevertheless, I'm fortunate enough to have crossed paths with really genuine individuals and I count my lucky stars to have.

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There's this frail looking old man who lives at the void deck of block 231. I get to walk by that place everytime I make my way home from Kovan MRT, and it really pains me to see him there night after night. Curled up on that foldable plastic sunbed thing with a flat pillow which hardly provides any support at all, and no blanket. Donned in the same singlet and shorts I see him in all the time, and one of those abandoned NTUC trolleys by his "bed" which bears his home. And his supposed "home" consists of like a small plastic bag containing I-dont-know-what, and a Big Gulp cup from 7-11.

If the rumours're true, then he has a family, if u can even call them that, living in one of the units in the very same block. Apparently, he was chased out or some sort by his own children/child and left to endure the last few years of his life homeless.

He's been there for a couple of years now, ever since my maid was still around. That was how I knew about that snippet of his history. My maid's fairly savvy when it comes to neighbourhood gossip.

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Stupid entry.

Slightly more than an hour to go b4 the finals!