bus and train tickets + the rain = wet and gatai

Wet wet and wet. Im all wet.

Semua pasai tickets balik kampung.

The heavy rain suddenly poured when I was on my way to get bus n train tickets for me n my classmate n a junior. Baik kan i? yea tq. hehe.

Luckily I didn’t bring my camera and hp. but aiyah cant capture how WET I was! I tell you gila babi mia basah ok! the rain is so big so thick so tall so tebal so tualiap. My specs covered with water n I can’t even see clearly. The wind sipek strong but hmpph! Gua mia muscles big enough to stand the wind. But then fulamak the wind seriously can blew me away la.

This is the first time I went to get bus tickets under such a glorious rain. Hmmm.. I promised An Yong n Rachel d ma. Later they can’t go back, I juga susah. Hehehe. N I scared I can’t get bus ticket for myself too this Saturday.

So I went to the train station first to get the ticket to Kepong Sentral for An Yong. The ticket seller dun hv small change. He asked me go to that small stall in the train station to change my RM50 note. I went. What I saw there totally changed me.. I duno how to say it but I felt a lot calmer n it opened my eyes again on the beauty of religion. I saw an old Malay man praying on the floor.  He didn’t closed his shop. I was wondering what if people go n steal the food or rob him. He was facing the Kaabah, his back is facing me. so he didn’t see me. I waited there. I just stood there n looked at him. A lot of things just came n playing in my mind. The rain kept pouring. The man can’t go to the mosque because he needs to make a living. So he chose to pray in his stall. Im touched actually. During his last ‘rakaat’, when he turned his face to the left and right, he saw me. he quickly stood up. I think he was shock seeing a man standing in front of his stall covering himself with huge raincoat, wearing helmet and all wet. So I asked for change from him. He didn’t question much. He opened the drawer n get me 5 rm10 notes. I thanked him. Then I said ‘sori ye kacau.’

Some people especially the extremists and the radicals always try to portray themselves as religious by going to religious places, wear the religious attires etc but no one knows whether they really have God in them.

Then I went to the bus station to get Transnasional tickets to Butterworth for Rachel and myself. luckily tickets are still available. Many students will go back this weekend u noe..

Now my face so gatai! My neck also gatai. Thanks to the rain. Ewww! And my room is flooded. I forgot to close my window. Aih.

muntah puke loya vomit

Location: Kampar.

I just bathed. But before that I finally puked. I shitted. Berak la..

I felt so dizzy in the bus, black out for few seconds. I almost puked but I hold on. I closed my eyes and I prayed hard. Oxygen was like so hard to reach my lung. I felt like I was having asthma.

This is the first time I felt this when im on the bus. Luckily I didn’t asked the driver to stop. luckily I didn’t asked for plastic beg from the girl sitting next to me although my heart asked me to do so.

Im feeling much better now. im going for steamboat tonight at my friend’s house. Haha.

Oh, last week my ceiling bocor. Today my roommate said the light is not working. This means my room is gona be dark, both lights are not working. Damn!

On the other hand, my roomate’s girlfriend is coming over to have dinner with him. Hahaa. Chomelnya. Im gona blog about this later. =p

Okok got to go. my friends are waiting. N im hungry.

Must eat fast. Chat fast. Take pictures fast. Then go pay my house rental and study for midterm tomorrow.

BOM!

chasing after the bus

As im writing this post at 2.07pm, I’m on the bus back to Kampar. Something bad almost happened a few minutes ago. Im here gasping for air, almost suffocated.

My bus is at 2pm but I reached the bus at 2.04pm. I was late.

Something funny and unexpected happened. Let’s try to imagine one of the scenes in the movies what people do when they are late for bus. Some will cry. Some will run and chase after the bus. Some will call for a cab and try to catch the bus. And some will wait for the next bus.

Let me tell you my version and what happened. I was supposed to get out from my house at 1pm but I didn’t. I was busy packing and I left my place at 1.20pm. I knew im gona be late. The ferry will departs around 1.35pm. my mum was rushing, riding fast. I reached the terminal at 1.31pm. at that time, I saw a lot of people walking out from the ferry.

I said goodbye to my mum and ran like horse to the ferry. Luck is not on my side. I was just few seconds away when the ferry’s gate closed. Haih.. I was so pissed at myself. this situation has happened for few times. It happened the week before when I came back to Penang. It also happened last year and I had to spent more money to get the ticket for another bus.

So I waited ‘patiently’ at the waiting area by walking here and there, looking far for the ferry to arrive. I looked at my handphone. The digital clock was showing 1.40pm. the ferry was still so far away.

Seriously only God can help me at that time. I was really hoping for a miracle. The journey from Penang to Butterworth takes at least, the fastest is 15minutes. Then another 2minutes for the gate to open and run to the bus.

My mind went wild and over-creative. I was thinking, what should I do if I missed the bus. I planned to get a taxi and chase after the bus. Seriously. if I really missed the bus, that’s the only way I can do. I’ll bargain and I’ll only pay Rm5 to the taxi driver. When I see the bus, I’ll wave at the bus driver, stop the taxi in front of the bus or honk the bus to stop it. I really dun waste my $ to get another bus ticket. The ticket bought by my mum.

After few minutes the ferry arrived and left Penang at 1.50pm. oh God. im seriously super late. How I wished I could just fly there with a wing. I kept on looking at my handphone. The time passed so fast and the ferry was so slow.

Finally the ferry reached at 2.03pm. again, I ran as if im running for a marathon but with 2begs and a camera hanging on my neck. Everyone was looking wondering am I running away from the policemen. While reaching the bus stop, I can see my bus from far.

I prayed hard in my heart asking the bus not to go. I reached the station at 2.04pm The bus reversed to start its journey when I was few metres away from it. I knocked on the door but the driver didn’t seemed to bother. So I stood in front of the bus waved and waved. Finally he opened the door for me.

Fuh.. im glad I managed to get onto the bus. The bus was kind of full. Everyone was looking at me. haha. I cincai sit on the single seat. Suddenly another aunty stopped the bus. She was late too. Haha.

Transasional is the most punctual most I’ve ever took. Sometimes if you are late even for few seconds, you are gone. It’s a good thing actually especially for people like me.

Oh shit! I got to go. suddenly feel like throwing out so badly. Im gona black out. Bye.

~ 2.35pm.

6.30pm

6.30pm. that’s the time im leaving Penang tomorrow. Life is so weird. At one point u can be so happy about something. Then suddenly u r pissed with it. Life is so unpredictable. Mood swings so fast like wind.

I came back to Penang, I was so happy n look forward for it. Well, I had fun n I enjoyed the first week in Penang. Then, this week, the second week, everything just changed. What’s going on. Now I want to leave this island ASAP! I dun wana be here, at least for a week. I need to be alone in Kampar, where no one that close to me talk to me. I dun wish to talk to anyone..

My mum has brought the bus ticket for me. if she buys it, means she paid for it la. if im the one who bought, I use my own $ lo. Anyway my bus departs at 6.30pm tmr from Butterworth. Im taking Transnasional again.

My mum bought it at 4.30pm today. she was rushing because she is working at 4.30pm. luckily she went to buy it before she went for work because the bus left 1 empty seat only. She called me n asked whether I want to take the bus or not because my seat is at the last one at the back. the next bus is on Friday morning. She asked me to take the Friday one. I made my decision n I took the Thurday 6.30pm bus.

I wana leave here ASAP! Suddenly this island becomes a nightmare for me. I’ll think of that person if im here. I need to cabut. I can’t study here. So many distractions.

Mum pesan not to forget to bring the bus ticket tmr. She asked me to kip it in my wallet.

So people bye bye lah. Thx.. thx for.. duno wat. See u in Kampar lah. I think I blog more when im in Kampar. =p