I’ve been having some serious headache lately, I’m so sorry for the delay, should have post up perhentian trip as well as the feasting that I’ve lost in the bet,
But the headache is really excruciating and I feel my head is really heavy one side….., konon la , this few day raining in K.L and was not bother to use umbrella….
Will blog when feel better..
Before I post my updated on my perhentian trip, I jus wanna share something that happen last weekend when I was on my way back to my hometown. Its actually a short story but very lengthy. Enjoy………
It was a usual Saturday, and I left for PD at 2.30 pm from KL after work and lunch. I took a public transport because I was going solo and there was no point driving. It was drizzling when I was on my way, the weather got worse and was raining cats and dogs when I approach Seremban. I arrived the Terminal at 3.45pm which is close to 4 pm.
I boarded the express bus From Seremban to PD. I took a front seat on the right, which is behind the drivers seat. Since, it was already raining heavily, everyone got on the bus very quickly and soon the bus was packed with people. Not only it was full, people were merely standing and there were all sorts of aroma. ( you know what I mean) when the lift up their arm to hold the rail. Omg!! I can jus die there….And if you guys are clear about the route, the driver will take the trunk road instead of the highway. Which he will sway from left to right and vice versa thus encouraging more people to lift their arm up to let u enjoy their perfume….
The usual bus driver is an Indian, and he would drive like a mad man. anyone who boards the bus knows that..We were halfway after mambau and he took a sharp cornering before he came to a stall. From what I saw, the front route was already flooded, it was like crossing a river infront… the monsoon drain at both sides had overflow and many cars took a 3-point angle to turn back. The road too...was merely flooded both sides leaving only less than 9 feet wide.
It was utterly, totally, impossible for a bus to take a U-turn. This bus was HUGE... The weather outside were cold, and there was a great fog on the driver's screen. I could see that drops of sweat dripping from his head to his neck. you could see that he ran out of idea... He took the towel at the rear of his steering, first to wipe his head, then to wipe the screen and then to wipe his neck,……… EEEWWWWW…..!!!! and then he switch off the air-cond!!! because he was getting angry with the FOG...
IT WAS TOTAL MADNESS!!
No one in the bus offered to help, everyone were jus complaining because he had switched-off the air-cond, not one soul offer to get down from the bus to guide the driver to reverse the bus because it was raining outside.
i observed that the passenger inside were jus starring at the driver, expecting the driver to perform a MIRACLE to get them out..fast, fast!
I sense the driver was also confused. he could not possibly reverse when there were incoming cars driving into his direction. it will jus cause accident!
i could see sweats trickling down from his head wetting his collar. And then it struck me that passenger in the bus were jus selfish, despite that everyone was eager to get home, no one is willing to help.
Frustrated, the bus driver got down from the bus and seek for help, many drivers in their luxury perodua, Toyota and local cars were honking at him because they thought the driver was on a rampage and the bus were obstructing traffic. Only after that, when they overtook the bus that they knew, they could not drive further, thus all the vehicles turn back giving cold stare to the driver who was already wet and pitiful.
Alas, a courier van had came to rescue when he saw what had happened. The driver of the courier van was a malay, he did not see what skin colour the bus driver was nor did he care if it was raining heavily. He made a quick move by parking his car vertically stopping incoming vehicles so that the bus driver would be able to reverse his bus without any hassle. The malay chap also diverted incoming vehicles to turn back indicating that there was a flood.
Finally, the bus driver managed to maneuver the bus and found a little more extra space to reverse and drive away. He waved to the chap who had helped him and we were on our way home, only using the alternate route of Siliau; which took another hour to reach home sweet home.
Anyways, I reached home at 6+, more than my usual time. My mum freaked out when I told her the story and she too.. cursed the driver, what I did not tell her that if it wasn’t for the malay chap, we all may reached home even later. Then again, I was also another stranger who sat in the bus and did nothing. As I sat in the passenger seat in my mum’s car watching the drops of rain splattering the glass window ,I jus thought how simple gestures could make a very big impact to the bus driver and was jus glad that I reached home safely.
Alas, as you can see , the title says it all…..will post about my perhentian trip later, still need to sort out the photos cause they were really crazy and hilarious photo that I need to filter…can’t post it up here, but if you see me personally, then I’ll show it you…
And need time to heal cause the sunburn in my skin is really painful..not to mentioned now that I’m almost the same colour as “mama’s boy”
Also, I shall get a hair cut tomorrow cause my trip to the sea had really caused bad bad damages for my hair and all my ends got tangled, got fed up brushing my hair to work for the past few days…
Would you queue up for 4 hours or perhaps 5 hours for a bag which is design from Anya Hindmarch.
And if you don’t know who the heck is Anya, you can check her out at her website.. http://www.anyahindmarch.com/division/environmental_bags.aspx
Seriously, If you asked me, I really don’t have such patient to be queuing for such a bag….
It’s not because I could not afford such a bag but I could not afford to waste such time for a bag…
I understand if
but a bag made of cloth which is too simple and says “ I’m not a Plastic Bag” is totally ridiculous.
People from all around Malaysia came as early as 6am to queue up only to be devastated when they found out that they are only 200 pieces…or something like that…but ….I think the queue was about 2000 people from what I read from the newspaper.
Actually, the designer Anya Hindmarch had designed the bag to raise awareness to protect our environment and to encourage people to make small changes in their behaviour… instead of using plastic bag..or “to influence in a positive way to make it the most fashionable way not to use plastic bags” or so she said….very very smart!!! - _ -''
Trust me, I’ve grew and lived in Malaysia, and nobody actually will be bother to care for the environment, all they want the world to know is that they had purchased the god damn bag.. which is “ BRANDED”
And from what I see, they can be carrying Anya Hindmarch “ I’m not a Plastic Bag” BAG and the other hand will be occupied with whatever plastic bag they bought from Carrefour, Parkson, 7 –eleven or whatever crap stores that give them the plastic bag. You think they will be bother to preserve the environment?
I got really pissed especially when people called up the radio station this morning to show their frustration and anger..for………for not obtaining the bag..
The reason?? that they had queued up for such a long time only to find out the bags sold were limited and insufficient for everyone…not because that they actually care that they should not use plastic bags..
Once again, if Anya Hindmarch would to launch yet another fashionable bag, which is cheap and affordable, the few person that called up to the radio expressing their anger because they could get their hands on the bag would once again be queuing up only to be as early as the previous time they went….
Isn’t this a sad , sad, world?
I was bac in the weekend and I met up with some of my friends whom I’ve suppose to catch up some time , long long time ago. As usual , we were talking, and crapping and everyone is talking about how they are... embarking their career.
So, I think I pop out a question and mentioned that none us is attached or married.
Friend 1 : Wah lau, u think getting married is cheap ar? get one girlfriend like u also, can declare bankruptcy liao, some more wanna think of married..
ME : > _ <.. ( I dun think’ I;m tat bad), hey, everything I have , I buy with my own money la
Friend 2: tats why, this kind of girl lagi frightening!
ME: - _ -", (Apalah?? Like this also cannot? Like that also cannot)
So I asked another question…
“ how much money is enough to have a girlfriend ? with what you earn, cannot afford ar?”
And nobody answered my question, everyone was jus avoiding, all were giving excuse, lame and stupid excuses like:
“Wait till I have a better car”
“ Now is not the right time yet”
“Nobody wants me!”
“Enough only to support myself”
“ Too much commitment”
And the most weird wan.. “ No money to buy condom”
What kind of sick person is that???I was wondering how much sex he is involved in, or how he can be Addictive.In,Doing Sex (AIDS)..
But,in the end,no body actually revealed how much “ moo laah’ they earn, no matter how close we were, this question were very personal, something like revealing a secret where they have and extra organ or a third nipple….geeesh….tats so weird….
But if they asked me I would tell, well...... nobody did and they drop the topic….
I actually wanted to blog about my latest addiction with fashion recently but I have been busy fighting the war. Therefore. I shall now tell u d story of my war first then my addiction.
The war I was fighting is a political war with the accounts called miss emo queen, I shall name her that from today onwards.
As I mentioned previously that she often have mood swings and long periods, but the worst had occurred where there was an important case to do last Saturday on 30th june and coincidently, I have other errands to run to, and she had the guts to take leave because she knew that I could not possibly split my body into halves and run both errands at the same time.
Thus, having submitted her leave form, mis emo queen knew that the boss a.k.a Mr Reverse Psychology would approved and she thought that I would have to beg her to stay at work on Saturday cause that was the only choice. Erk!! Xxxx tat did not happen!!
Being a rebel, I could not possibly succumb to all her idiosyncrasy… and although I’m not a blue eye girl, I believe I still stand a chance in this so called “cold war”. so what i did was I sent her an sms stating that she did not keep up to her promise and do not mean what she said.
Miss Emo queen replied: stating that she have forgotten the whole thing and that it was no big deal and would make it to office the next day. Mr. Reverse Psychology also called up to confirm and check if she would make it up to work the next day. But she later breakdown and cried because or according to rumors that my message was so cold and mean. Or that was the story I heard from the others ( other colleague that watch the incident of Ms. Emo Queen breaks down and cry)
Hey, at all time, I was outside and I did not know what misfits she had come up with. Whether she breaks down and cry because of my sms or because someone had called her “FAT” no one really knows what the problem is…
Yes, and so the cold war started since i last blogged and ended yesterday, because I had decided to bring this issue up to Mr. Reverse Psychology. And thus giving him this nickname, I think he would be capable to handle Miss Emo queen because not only is he much bigger and better or more powerful than her. But its because she has a a very huge huge C_USH on him. LOL LOL..sshh...shhhhhhh -----it's a secret k? dun tell anyone...
MEANWHILEi have been addicted to the latest fashion clothing line, principles and warehouse...they are so suitable For petite people like me...
"i was jus kidding..i WON'T wear by grandma's dress even if she keeps it..thats jus so eeewwwwwwww..
