Walk Somemore Bad Soul

“Oh, ye ke? Tak apalah, saya nak jugak,” I replied, growing hungrier.

“Tak sejuk lah,” he grew impatient.

“Tak apa, saya nak jugak,” I just wanted some damn peanuts, damnit!

“Kamu ada tangan kan? Kamu pegang lah!!” the fucker was so fucking bitchy.

I was taken aback. “SUDAH. SAYA TAK MAU BELI LAH!” and I stormed off.

I turned back and spoke to Lishen and Lie Yuen (who were waiting for their burgers) in cantonese, “Don’t buy from the asshole! Let’s go!”

The two girls walked off, leaving Yan Rui(who was standing with them) at the stall and he kena-ed from the burger man because he was the only one left there to bully after we walked off.

Anyway, please lah,got business also don’t want to do. I just want to eat peanuts, don’t care whether hot, warm or cold right? I give you money, you take. Don’t talk so much! Somemore he should take an ear digger and dig his ears nicely because clearly, he has problems with his hearing.

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KL rained cats and dogs yesterday as we crawled into the city. At midnight, the bus stopped and the driver started puffing on a cigarette in the enclosed bus.

I told Cze-Yin(who was sitting next to me), “Let’s start coughing!”

“AHACCKKK, KE, Ke, AHAAACCKKKGGHH, AHHHUUHHGGHHKK..*choke,choke*”..

No response.

“Turun lah!” the bus driver called out after awhile.

We were stumped. Isn’t our destination supposed to be Puduraya? My poor father has been waiting there for over an hour. The bus driver said that JPJ’s not allowing anymore out of town bus into Puduraya due to the massive jams. All buses were to stop at Jalan Duta’s Hockey Stadium instead. Lagi lagi JPJ yang suei.

Allow me to curse like a true urbanite: NYA MAHAI CHAU CHIPET FUCKING BUS FUCK FUCK DONKEY DRAGON PIG GOOSE BABI ANJING BETINA PUKI MELELEH PUNYA.

We got out on the main road and we took our bags out from the luggage compartment. I think I carried like 20-30kgs worth of junk with me. In the pouring rain. Maxis’ schoolbag fell on a puddle of water and he immediately opened it to retrieve his notes…but it was too late. The sadness on his face was indescribable as he peeled his notes apart to survey the damage.

I was frantically calling and smsing my other friends and my dad as well(who was talking to me very sweetly before shit happened, and became damn damn damn grumpy when the whole fiasco happened). Raindrops dotted my handphone screen and words were magnified and distorted and I could see individual colour pixels…

I then had to pull my 20-30kg luggage up a small hill to the stadium. My back was threatening to split in half.

My jeans were rolled up to my knees and my hair was in a chicken-rice-seller-hairstyle(messy bun). I felt the rainwater from the puddles seep into my cheapo velvet flats.

Very unhappy.

Dad was quite heaty on the phone because he didn’t know which entrance to wait for me and both of us have never even heard of this place.

I walked to all possible entrances in the pouring rain, totting my backpack. After some trial and error, I finally saw my dad’s car. Not good, it was nearly 1am.

I will use aeroplanes for major holidays next time. I HATE BUSES. SO TOTALLY UNRELIABLE. At least you don’t expect Air Asia to drop you at Bukit Jalil or something just because “KLIA is having a traffic jam leh,”.

I still can’t scrub away the stains left from my soggy cheapo velvet flats on my feet.

🙁