right after remedial lessons, samuel and i took the bus to the newly structured clementi interchange, and i'm proud to say, it is both spacious and clean. after that, he dropped me off at my house and went on to a classmate's house. the taxi uncle was really funny. he started talking about his life as a young kid. it was so interesting, i couldn't wait to hear what stupid things he had done when he turned 18. as usual, clubs, pubs and booze. when he was 19, he said he went to find a prostitute for his very first time. we were stunned, but his words somehow made us laugh. he said in chinese, "it's very normal for teenagers to look for prostitutes. if you don't do so, then you're in turn, abnormal." we were shocked at how little he thought of finding prostitutes. that means to say, my eldest brother probably have tried finding one before, considering the amount of FHM magazines stacked on his table. he buys them obediently and dillegently every month from year 2002. holy. i love taxi uncles.

reached home, prepared and went over to gerald's house. he says we'll be playing at gashaus, which will be a mega and first grand event for me. practiced abit, and it was considerably easy. he made sure lynette wasn't coming, but expectedly (because of her desperation), she did. so i left, and met zhiyong and zhu an at tiong bahru. they wanted me to go because they didn't want to look like gays. so i went and met them in tiong bahru. after that, we went to cine and watched the guardian. another very very good show. had me tearing in the last few moments of the main actor's life (not ashton kutcher). saw my cousin with this ultra mega tall peter-crouch-like-height guy, with the semi-afro hairstyle. his hair was extremely messy and bushy, and thus, semi-afro. she immediately took off and turn away when she saw me. HAHA, just like her sister when my family saw her boyfriend and her lunching and kissing away at pasta mania plaza singapura. cute people.

all of us took a cab home. on contrary to what i've said earlier on, some taxi uncles can be quite irritating at times. they're either hearing impaired, or out to spite us just because they're bored of driving for one whole day. this taxi uncle, in particular, had a special bonding towards the slang, commonly used, "hah.?". he went on and on and on and on, and soon, we were shouting at the top of our lungs, "BUKIT BATOK STREET 21 AND THEN TOH TUCK ROAD.!!!!!!" i could have died screaming. and his driving makes me feel carsick instantly, and throughout the whole journey, i was holding my breath, not wanting to dirty his cab filled with miniature altars or religious god symbols all around it. the cab jerked at least 600 times. he had to stop, move, stop, move, stop all in very quick succession. come to think of it, i regret not vomitting in his cab. i couldn't take the feeling of being carsick anymore, and hopped off the taxi after paying about 6 houses away from mine. the cold night air outside tasted good. the ability to walk on my 2 legs, and not being transported around in cab with drivers like that was heavenly. but i was still very sick.

my mom took me to the doctor's, but sadly, our family doctor wasn't in. but i still went to take my medication, and please, never in your whole life should you visit a polyclinic because the medication prescribed to you is firstly ineffective, and the waiting time accumulated could be used to travel from johore bahru, back to your house, and then to johore bahru again. love time, don't waste it.