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Friday, 5 June 2009

Melaka – Kluang Bus Trip Not A Memorable One

Small Talk: I am back in Terengganu. And was welcomed home with the collapse of the one-year-old stadium’s roof. Hah!


 

That evening after I’ve moved all my belongings to the new place, I got to Melaka Sentral at last minute and boarded the bus, which was heading to Kluang, with an empty stomach.

Imagine you didn’t eat much for lunch and you went out to the town, had to push the out-of-fuel car, got back home to move your belongings and then you skipped lunch to get on the bus for three freaking hours.

To add insult to injury, it wasn’t a pleasant trip. Never mind that the seats are tiny but the bus actually took the long way to get to Kluang. Instead of using the North-South Expressway (exit from Ayer Keroh toll and exit to Air Hitam toll and it won’t take even two hours to get to Kluang), the driver took the old road. From Melaka, we were driven to Muar where some morons got down and other morons hopped in, then from there we went Batu Pahat, where the same thing happened (see above line) and from Batu Pahat we travelled all the way to Kluang.

You must be surprised if I tell you that it wasn’t the saddest part of all.

The worst part is... drumrolls, anyone? lol. The driver was smoking whilst driving. Not once, not twice, but more than that! Holy crap. No smoking in public area. Hello?? The bus is the company’s, not yours, dude. You wanna smoke you get your arse outta the vehicle and when you’re done we move on. Heck! You can’t even do that. Get a nicotine, get a life, bugger!

It’s even more ironic when the passenger’s door was pasted with a sticker with a ‘no smoking’ sign. ‘Dilarang Merokok,’ it reads. Damn, if I had a camera to take a picture of it – no smoking sign on left, smoking driver on the right – forget about Mr Bean, that’d be enough to make your day.

You see, it’s not my profession to criticise nor is it my hobby to rant at this and that. However, you can’t expect me to freaking STFU when you do pathetic things that offend people. It wasn’t only me who held my nose under my shirt when that moron smoked, everyone around me did that. That is what you called silence agreement. wtf.

Another point to add is that that idiot drives like a mad fler. Give him a Porche and I bet he’s so gonna crash it, or at least crashing his way into police lockups.

Stomachache strikes again, sorry but please excuse me.

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