My Day.

I have finally finished my resit papers.

For this month and semester.

If I can pass these 3 papers, then I will have only 1 paper left for me to graduate.

Well.

The day before yesterday was the last paper.

I saw Yeet Mei at the entrance of the College Hall.

Speaking of her,

She is still the Yeet Mei, whom I have known since the first year of college.

Sadly,

We no longer spend time together because I am like a diploma student drop-out and she is now the advance diploma student.

She is smart, cheerful and cute enough to make everyone happy around her.

Talkative too. I have missed her.

My heart felt kind of painful to have seen her and recalled back the memories.

It was like I was dreaming and only woke up today.

We did not talk much, we just wished each other 'Good Luck'.

After the exam ended,

I walked toward the bus station, where is just a half km away from the College Hall.

I did not have a car since I really don't own a car.

I always borrow and drive my sister's car.

Just few minutes standing there,

I saw Ee Von and Teressa walked by behind me.

We mouthed 'Hello' and 'Bye', since I was on phone, talking with my Mom.

I called her earlier because I wanted to know whether is there someone at home, who could fetch me.

The someone meant to be my elder brother.

Well, he was not home yet.

So, I had to take a bus to Central Market.

There is KTM there, which will lead straight to a train station nearby my house area.

By nearby, it means 30-45 minutes walk towards my home.

But no worries, because it was Saturday and my Dad will be free after 5 or 6PM.

Yes, my Dad works everyday.

It was tough but he does not complain much.

In fact, I have never heard him complain about his job, other than sometime he will be grunting to have to fetch me back and fort.

But deep inside, I know he loves me, us.

Dad is always having his own principle as Dad.

He does not mind having me to order or request him to fetch me anywhere I go.

Another point for why I love my Dad.

Few months back something happened between Dad and Mom, which indirectly, the problem related back to us, the children.

My Dad gambles.

It is a bad habit and we were of course, upset.

Well, everything seems to have cooled down now.

We are trying to live through and with it.

The bus I took is either No.191 or No.49.

It was crowded.

Damn crowded.

Bus service in Malaysia is always like that,

The bus service provider encourages people to fit in the bus until it's full.

They do not really care about rules like '42 people sitting on the seats and 12 people standing' or what so ever shit.

The bus hoopers also does not seem to mind at all because they rather that they climb on the bus, squeeze with other passengers and reach home early than waiting for another bus.

Which include me.

Many students dropped off at Genting Klang.

Yes, I know many students from every part of Malaysia rents room/house in Genting Klang, Wangsa Maju, Melati, Sri Rampai and other places where are near to the college.

So very lucky after the students were off, I gotten myself a seat and popped on the earphone into my ears, blasted myself with English country songs and Japanese songs.

It was boring to ride a bus without a novel on hand.

I glanced at the outside world without much interest.

The world seems foreign to me.

It was Saturday after all.

There were many people, be them the tourists or locals or immigrants, they were all strolling around the busy streets.

Some teenage girls were squinting at the bus I was sitting in, because the bus got too close and they may be scared it will crash on them.

These people were happy.

I kind of envy them.

When I was their age, I was like that too.

Seeing couples strolling hand in hand, were enough to make me feel jealous.

I am being very pathetic again.

It was damn annoying that the bus changed its origin route,

It skipped the routed to Central Market and heading straight to the Bukit Bintang Street.

I had no choice but to walk, maybe a mile or more to reach Central Market.

I should have chose to drop off at the Telephone Museum...

Fortunately, I was wearing my old Nike Air Shoes.

At least it kept me comfy and I could speed walk easily.

I strode pass the busy roads and nosy men whom were gawking at me like they have not seen a woman before.

It was damn fucking irritating.

I was wearing a baggy pant, paired with my lovely white KAT-TUN's concert T-shirt, and carried a backpack.

I did not wear any makeups and let my hair loose, falling to my should blade.

I was far from being attractive. I'm fat and ugly. They were really blind.

Some guys are just bored or they just love being a bunch of rascals...monkeys...jerks...etceteras etceteras...

That evening was not too heating nor mild.

It was 29 Celsius.

Finally after those mountain climbings, I have arrived safely at the Kuala Lumpur KTM Station.

Same old, same old,

Inside the train, there were few, tan-skinned guys gazing at me, oh my, my parents will be so proud of me.

It was normal, I suppose.

I will also peek at some guys.

Some guys indeed.

I do not know is it that I was having a bad luck of 'Missing Destination' because the door of the train I boarded, and where I was standing close by, did not budge open when it stopped at the Kepong Sentral station.

I could not get out.

Some passengers were pissed too, I had to laugh at that.

Then we all, the passengers whom were supposedly to disembark at Kepong Sentral Station, got off at Sungai Buloh Station, which is just after the Kepong Sentral Station.

We waited for around 10-15 minutes, the Seremban route train appeared.

My Dad was already waiting when I landed on the Kepong Sentral Station.

I dashed to the stairs and down I went, then inserted the ticket into the machine, but it would not let me through.

I cursed, it was definitely one of my worse days.

I stepped away from that damned machine and walked to another machine which, thankfully, it was purposely made available for anyone to walk through the bar hanging from it.

Now I have no doubt that KTM will never success to make any improvements.

I fear that I wrote too long, so I will stop here.

I am now officially free, too free perhaps.

Blog will always be my favorite hang out place.

Au revoir