A long journey home

What do u have to say about this?

Ur bus at midnight back to ur home which is like 400km apart might come or might not come
U have no way to go back to ur hostel unless u wait until the morning
U only have rm10 in ur pocket
U left ur credit card home
Ur phone might or might die soon and u only have a few cents left
U dun have the contact number of ur aunt
Ur dad is gong to kill u went u reached home, cause of all the stuffs above.

Yeah... i 've done it again... another greatest "stunt" of my life... after the recent event when i bought the unlimited rm7 ticket n venture alone around kl.. PLUS took a stupid 45 minues journey from one end to another end of the putra lrt line.. tell me which idiot will do that...

So ok, the story started a few days b4 this incident n i was reading the news about all the north bound buses will be at at another station, but mine, the seller insisted that's at this station. so what the fuck, what can i do? *end of story*

on that day , after class i rushed here directly but with the rain and everything it wasn't doing me any good... so i went to the counter gain to confirm the ticket, and the person incharge defered me to anoter.. n somehow, a chinese guy at the counter took my ticket n viewed for a long time.. dunno who the heck,.. grabbed back my ticket n went to the other counter , which there were 2 indons who looked at me as if i'm retarded n not happily pointed to wait here.. wtf did i kill ur whole family?

since it wAS only 5, and i've nothing to do, so i walked all the way to times square which is another 15 mins away.. the moment i reached into the building i was soaking wet, coz of the sweat and the rain... and yeah i was carrying my baybeh wit me, my laptop..but gonna subtitute it for a better model next year..

bla guess what, i went into borders for 4 hours reading some of the marvel comics selection there.. i love big bookstore chain coz they provide browsing copy... and after i got bored, i went into teh starbucks at the corney, use rm 12 to buy some stupid green tea frapocino.. which basically left me with the last rm10 note... say... what can i do.. i was bored.. n the chance that i could get on my bus home keep playing around my head.... so i can online a while, at the meantime, looking for alternative , in case i'm really stucked in kl n have to zzz by the sidewalk...
V offered me his help.. which basically to call his number at 01x-6876768.. see his num.. he offered to drive me back to S.A. and not his house.. what the... it's like a 2 hours journey for him...

so eventually the starbucks in borders need to be closed at 10am.. so what i have to do is to pack myself and walk back to the station.. nah.. this time i didn;t walk coz it's too dark.. n u know kl is not that freaking safe at night.. so i took a 5 mins ride using the lrt ....

and yeah i have another 2 hours to midless wait for somethign that's might not happen.. and yeah pudu sux.. with all those fucking illegal immigrant... like one babaric indon.. hey i know how to recognize them n the malay... coz they got high cheekbones.. which gave them the babaric look... he smiled like an idiot and sat next to me like i'm his best pal.. and askign for $$ what the... htink i'm some retarde guy is it?then touching my pocket to look for my wallet.. if i helped u now... me myself will be in trouble also, ok? u freak.. n dun try to intimidate me by using it will be a loss by helping ppl.. my answer is YES!!! for god sake to help u...so i get lost from there.. THERE !! u can have my seat .happy???!!!

low eductaed ppl.. sigh.. then later when i come back.. there's only one person sitting there.. so i sat.. what the... she apologize coz she was booking it for her friend... OMG the fucking bench is so big... n only u 2 can sit? cibai ppl... low class.. why dun u go down the platform n let the bus ram over u... fucking bloody malaysian...

and basically that's all... the bus DID came.. the ticket wasn;t a fraud.. n i was saved
scaring only myself... But, But the journey is damn umpleasaat.. not becoz they provide me with a stinking old bus, i can live that...

except

an asshole indian who sat next to me... his arm occupied half of my seat... n his head kept dropping onto my shoulder.. hey i'm not gay ok... sigh.. some ppl.. u were lucky i wasn't not in the mood to slap u...

posted by Angelus @ 7:33 PM