More adventures in bimbooland for y’all to ponder. Okay, laugh at.

Tuesday morning, I was on my way to my weekly meeting. I went out earlier than usual as I bore in mind the influx of Raya leave-takers back in town clogging up the traffic. I waited the usual 10-15mins. Got my taxi. Half-way through, you guess what happened? 10 bucks says you can’t.

The driver stopped in the middle of nowhere, turned around and said…

TaxiDriver: *cringing* Miss, boleh stop kat sini ke? I tak boleh dah…!

naeboo: [to self] zomfg what’s going on?! *holds bag closer*

TaxiDriver: *more cringing* I sakit perut, miss. Boleh stop kat sini you angkat teksi lain?

naeboo: *sigh of relief* Ok. Tak pe tak pe. *getting purse*

TaxiDriver: Thank you, miss. Sorry ya *grimace* Sini banyak teksi jugak. Thank you thank you, sorry ya? *POOOoOooOOTTT* (okay, I made up the poot, but it was certainly silent and deadly)

naeboo: [to self] ZOMFG! Did he just fart? GAH! *gags* *throws money at him and quickly exits*

TaxiDriver: [calling after me] Miss, banyak-banyak sorry ya! Thank you!

naeboo: Tak pe lar.

Wow, I actually paid rm10 for a stink bomb.

Now, stranded in the middle of nowhere, my sympathy for MrTaxiDriver escaped me when I started to panic a little as I was going to be late for the meeting. I looked around for a signage or something. Found one bigass sign nearby saying “KAWASAN PERUMAHAN SS25″.

Somewhat lucky to be left in the middle of a housing area in broad daylight. My first reaction when he asked to stop there was “omg, is he gonna rob me? But I’m too poor to be robbed!!” Can’t blame me for being slightly freaked since my sis just got robbed last Friday night. (Now, she’s staying with me for a while and robbing my patience.)

I got even more agitated as I waited for a taxi. My “luck” that I previously thought wasn’t that bad when I thought I would be fine getting another taxi easily next to a busy highway quickly became a curse. Dozens of taxis just whizzed pass, unwilling to even look at the stupid fart-paying potential customer.

Fucking llamas….so dulan.

I finally got another taxi, but this wasn’t the end of my woes. The second taxi driver was so dense. I told him my destination, he said ok he knew where. Then by the time we got there, he confirmed it with me. I said ya ya, that building confirm, triple confirm please send me there *point point point at building*. He asked me like, what, 5-6 times where I was going throughout the journey to reconfirm.

I still ended up somewhere 3-5km away and he wasted a total of 15mins of my time to send me back to where I should be! I would’ve been only 5mins late if he weren’t so stupid.

Machaohai buntut burung kakak tua.

The fare was rm13++, I just threw him a tenner and barked at him for making me late. After all that, my mood got so foul, thinking of ways to kill people in my path ‘coz I hate waking up early and being late all the same. Luckily, the meeting chairperson was in a very good mood she didn’t bark at me for being late.

Wednesday. Yesterday. I accidentally called the police. How can you accidentally call the police, you ask?

As you’d know, calling out from your office line, you’ve to press 9. I didn’t hear the tone of the first 9 I pressed, so I pressed it again lar. Then I started dialing the number I was supposed to call. It starts with a 9…

Next thing I know, a chirpy voice came up,”Hello! Operator polis. Sedia membantu!”

ZOMFGBBQSOS!! 0_______________O

I did the natural thing and hung up. Haha.

What else you’d expect me to do? Explain that I dialed the wrong number??? How the fuck do you get away with that?! “Err.. Sorry. Wrong number. I was supposed to dial 666 for Satan. Urm… bye!” :P

I was very stressed and tired already from dialing up tonnes of editors to ask them about stuf yesterday my fingers are moving faster than my mind can register liao mah.

So much for multitasking on the job…

Ironically, I bought Alice In Wonderland a few weeks ago and have been reading it on the lrt. Hah.

p/s: Good news though, the blender is back home for two days already after being MIA for a week. No thanks to MrBf. HAHAHAHAHAAHHA