Conducter Bus Hipokrit

From Ampang Puteri, Lin had to rush n send me to Pudu Raya, and Mung to KLCC. Hati yg teruja to balik kampung sukar digambarkan.

After had the ticket, I went to the respective platforms for the bus. At 3pm and on weekdays, I expected that the bus to be empty. Surprisingly, I was queieng with dozens of pendatang Bangladeshi, an Indonesian couple and 2 Malaysian guys yg rambut oren tercacak, rantai besi yg so thick around his neck, jeans ikut shape kaki, belt mcm belt yg dpt bila menang wrestling competition n t-shirt ada pic kepala singa besar gila.

So I straight away sit at the second line, (the single seat) since there was no seat number on my ticket. Sgt takut. Actually I aimed for the first line but the busy conducter was doing something there. Minutes later, a guy told me that the seat belong to him. His ticket ada seat number pulak. Kecoh btul la dia ni.

Still insist to seat at the back with all the scary B, I asked the conducter who was so tomboyish whther I can hv the front seat.

Me : Akak, bleh tak saya duduk seat ni?

Akak Conducter : (Ckp cam kuat gila..rupa2nya her voice is really like that.) MANA BOLEH!! INI SEAT UTK DRIVER.

Me : (Wth. Bukan driver kene drive kat depan ker?! Eh ni dlm hati je. Kalau ckp satgi kene halau turun) Hmm.. Kalau boleh, saya tak nak duduk blakang. Semua orang B la kak.

Akak Conducter : AWAKK.. *The driver heard the arguments...

Driver baik hati : La.. biarlah dia duduk depan sini. Kau ni pun tak nmpak tu blakang tu semua B. Die ni prempuan.bla..bla..

Akak Conducter yg tiba2 baik : OK. UTK AWAK NO HAL (Eh..no hal pulak..td bising)

Driver yg brtanggungjwab : Haritu trip malam ada geng B dok blakang buat hal. Sbb ade penumpang prempuan sorg kat blakang. Aku ape lagi..trus sound aa.. (pakcik, u shud do more. Bukan sound je -dlm hati)

Me : So saya duduk seat depan ni ye. Trime kasih.

I think the bus driver yg brtanggungjwab tu SANGAT bertanggungjawab yg drive nye sgt slow. How I wish I can just turun and naik basikal je. Which I think I'll reach first. He was so kind that he stopped at every stops along the highway. All the B pulak mmg turun n lama like all of them were taking bath in the toilet.

Ok. Whatever.

Yg penting, I reached home safely and really love the fresh air. Alhamdulillah.

So ni muka penat argue dgn conducter and teruja dah sampai her home sweet home.

To all girls out there, take care of yourself. ;I

P/s : Nad sonnet, aku dah tahu how to put the tapes on the pic! Yes! Cume pic spec tak jumpa lagi.

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The 10th nephew

I received a very good news this morning that my cousin has just delivered her 4th baby boy!! And he's my 10th nephew. Ok..pheww..

Dont worry little ultraman, when u grow up just like ur other hero brothers, Aunty Dina will teach you how to play SNAP, OLD MAID and UNO cards. HAHA (very lah unhealthy games). No more wrestling dgn bantal sampai Syahmi/Ajeeq nangis sbb kalah or sort-of-Lasy-competition yg Ajeem merajuk sbb kalah. Yup, I had enough of that!

The baby is sooo cutttttiieeeee rambut lebat exactly like his 2nd older brother, Ajeeq.

So TADA!!! (Please take note that Tada is not his name)

Comel-comel-i-love-u

So Hani n Nurin, do not jealous that I saw him first, n met little-Aqeem-another-cutieee-genius! This is his muka merajuk since all the attention was to the new-born baby.

Girls, sorry that I couldnt take the pic of Aqeem's whole body. Tp he's getting taller ok!! Knowing Aqeem yg mula-mula-malu-lepas-tu-lompat2-sana-sini-pulak-n-tiba2-nak-merajuk-sbb-semua-tgk-adik-dia-pastu-bila-'Ok-Aqeem-your-turn-now-tgk-camera-pls'-tp-dia-trus-lari. So, my point is susah nak suruh Aqeem tgk camera.

Ajeem and Ajeeq were at school. Ajeem (saya darjah 3) cannot ponteng since today he's gonna receive his prefect tie n naik stage. So dia memang taknak ponteng. Mr.Skema btul!! Lin ckp, the night before, he was so nervous that he couldnt sleep. Bukan sbb his mom was in the labour room but about his tie!

Sket2 'Aunty Lin, ntah2 cikgu suruh pakai tie pi skolah tak. Camne ni..Ajeem takde tie.' 'OMG. Bukan lah. Esok Ajeem dpt tie prefect tu. So mlm ini tie belum dpt. Jadi esok pi skola takde tie lgi. If tie blom dpt, mcm mana nk pakai? So skang cikgu kata tidur dulu.'

Luckily, Ajeem is the only one who had this tie-issue. The other 9, not this issue pls!

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ChingChongChingChong

To communicate with those who don’t understand a word of Malay and hardly speaks English was not easy. But we survived.
This is a story about 5 of us.

Who were not sure wut to do after spending almost 1 hr teman Mek, till we decided to 'Let's get physical, girls!!' - Eh bukan yg Mek knock-knock Kar ok.

And so we went for a body massage. From the entrance, tell me how the H can we know that all the tukang urut were from China that they didnt speak English nor Malay!! The only person we can rely was the cashier/boss. Tu pun nak dok kat depan je, kira cash.

1) We knew that it was impossible to communicate, so might as well we just keep quiet and enjoy the massage. But one of us keep on trying to have that so-called bonding session, and this was what happened.

Tukang Urut Kar : How orlld are you?
Kar : 25 and how old are you?
Tukang Urut Kar : I am fine.

And knowing Kar, she never give up..

Kar : Hhoow longg hafff yyou been in Malaysia?
Tukang Urut Kar : Little (sambil dgn action jari like 'sikit').

Okay.

2) While we were enjoying our ginger tea, n some had dark tea (hahah) and IKO cookies after the session, suddenly Mek’s tukang urut appeared..

Tukang Urut Mek : I.. number 19. Thank you.

N she went away.

We were speechless but managed to smile and said ‘Thank youu’ too and were so confused and wondering...what she really wanna say. So what’s with number 19?

3) Me : Are we done???
Tukang urut saya : Good..Good..
(Trying hard not to laugh, I talked to Eeza yg her session tak habes lagi, next to me..)
Me : Eeza, aku rasa..ni dah kira miscommunication ni weh..Awat good2 ni..
Eeza : hahah aku pun rasa
Tukang urut saya : Good..good..

Me : OMG

4) Tukang urut Aza : Iii liiikkee youuhh.
Aza : I like you too.

5) Since Eeza had the most expensive package, her tukang urut was ok. Well yeah, she got the head of tukang urut.

Since too much 'bonding', Kar's tukang urut did something beyond our imagination. While we were packing to go back and to pay at the counter, Kar's tukang urut kesayangan mendukung Kar from behind sambil ckp2 dgn confident looking at us that we didnt understand a word 'Chingchongchingchongchingchongnihauma'. Tukang urut yang lain (about 6 of them) pun menyahut 'Chingchingchingchongchingchongwapushitau'.

All we can say was 'Hehehe'. Kar muka dah nervous tak boleh blah diangkat for the first time. Kar, I know, u were hoping that if only she's a guy. HAHA

Kepulangan kami disambut meriah oleh semua tukang urut yg still havent stop their permbebelan 'Chingchongchingching. Byee!! chingchongchingching. Thank Youu!!Chinghcongchingchong' . Like we understand..

Which made us wonder.. diorg ni..ckp ape..'Kami suka laa kamu semua.. Sila datang lagi. Kamu semua sangat ceria.'

OR

'Sila jangan datang lagi. Apa kami cakap pun kamu semua tak faham. Kamu menyusahkan sesi kami'

Only God knows..
That weekend really made me forgot those sick terms in Facebook. That night before I was so proud that I created 'Tooty Brush' for toothbrush. Gila sickening!!! HiHi -Ok. This one, only me n few understand. Tak important.

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