Cabbies

December 21, 2008 Leave a comment Go to comments

Monday marked the first day I decided to actually even consider driving somewhere.

Actually, second. But let’s assume it is the first, since I didn’t actually drive on that first time.

Ok fine; I didn’t drive to where I was considering to drive anyway.

I was considering to drive to Amcorp Mall, where I was to meet my new bosses. Haha. One of them is really… You wouldn’t be able to imagine he’s your boss.

The best thing is that this guy reads my blog. Ah well. Too bad wei. I’ve said it. I don’t like to backspace; just like I don’t like breaking.

The sky was gray, so I was worried that it might rain while I was waiting for a cab. However, I manage to get ready fast enough and got a cab. Oh, and it didn’t rain in the end. Just looked as if it was going to.

Got this really friendly uncle; he was chatting away. However, the topic was quite serious; he was talking about how I should be more careful with my handbag; need to avoid snatch thieves and all. He said that he would usually stop for a girl with a handbag as he doesn’t want them to wait too long for a cab and expose themselves longer to danger.

He also made a speech on how I should only travel during the busy times. Well, not too busy, but not during the deserted times, so that people would be around if something happens.

Just in case, what with the rise of rape cases.

Or so he says anyway. I don’t know; I skip those articles in the newspaper. Too depressing la. And also, I don’t know… Like the law of attraction says, the more you think about it, the more likely it might happen to you. And these people would usually try to get a scared victim than a confident one who would stare at them when they come to you.

They always want an easy victim and a higher probability of not being caught, after all.

So, I suggest, while you’re walking, stare hard at the people that are around you. Or just be aware; make them know that you’re looking around, and possibly could recognize them if need be later on.

The uncle emphasized on not to underestimate yourself, especially when it comes to rapists’ choice of victim. Especially since what they really want is just sex; so long as you have a vagina, they’re alright with it. Whatever your age, they’ll take.

He told me of this customer he had once. Another customer asked him to pick her up to go to the airport early in the morning. He woke up a little early, but decided that he might as well go there and wait for the customer.

It was 5 in the morning. He saw a lady in her forties on the side of the road he was on, alone, waiting for a cab. On the other side of the road was a busstop, and there was a lad of a certain nationality, in his early twenties. He crossed the road and made his way to the lady, when the uncle honked. The lad asked the lady something and walked away, and the lady got into the uncle’s cab.

The uncle asked what did the lad talked to her about, and she responded that he was asking where was the nearest busstop. Rather a weird question considering you were already at a busstop, don’t you think?

So the uncle scolded her; how could she not care about herself and what was she doing so early in the morning.

The lady’s reply was “I’m already so old, who would want me?”

OMG.

I was so shocked. Doesn’t she know that sex addicts and rapists don’t care whether you’re sexually attractive or not? So long as you have the right instruments, they don’t care.

My god…

After finishing his tale, he asked me those simple pleasantry questions; where I am from, what do I do, blablabla. And amongst those, am I Chinese?

Cabbies really like asking me this. I don’t know why. I can understand it when I speak in Malay; since I look Chinese but talk Malay like how a Malay would…

This guy said the most laughable thing (then anyway) to me; that I was pretty.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

My God!!

Well, he said “oh, got Chinese blood eh? No wonder you so pretty” (sic).

When I got out of the cab, I was thinking… yeah, only my blood is Chinese. The rest is Malay; heart, liver, eyes, bones, skin…

Heee. 😛

And when I was going back, the cabbie told me that I should be a singer because I had a strong, nice voice.

Hahahahahaha.

My voice is nice. What a joke!!

Dum dee dum.

Hahaha.

I drove that night after I saw how secluded Jalan Duta was. Just to practice. And had annoying drivers giving me the finger when I checked my blindspots and mirrors and saw no one. Just because I messed up his “groove” (like the Emperor’s New Groove groove?). Rude bastard. And another idiot; just because he drives a bigger car, doesn’t mean he can weeve in and out of traffic!! I mean, how impatient could you be to wanna cut the line in a bloody tunnel??? You’re willing to risk your life to save a few seconds? Goodness!! Good thing my car’s pick up is a little bit slow (some semi-automatic crap I don’t really understand). Bleargh.

During my many driving sessions (or should I say getting lost sessions?), I thought about a new swear word that I could call these annoying drivers.

I came up with seribabi jadian; the Malay word for “werewolf” is serigala jadian; babi is pig, serigala is wolf. I combined the two, but since wolf had 4 syllables, I thought just use the whole word for pig. In a way it also means beautiful werepig since seri means beautiful; a kind of beautiful anyway.

However, seribabi jadian is very very ugly. It is a huge hairy pig, and is more disgusting than normal pig.

How stupid can you be, to make a bargain with the devil to be a hairy pig.

Yeah, that’s how stupid those drivers are.

On werewolves… while I was watching the 5 Harry Potter movies with my cousin, in the third movie… Where Remus Lupin changes into a werewolf? And Sirius Black turns into a dog and fights with it/him?

Reminded me of Van Helsing. The thingy about how Dracula could only be killed by a werewolf or something?

The actor who plays Sirius Black, Gary Oldman, was Dracula once; in Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

How interesting, eh?

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