i know the title is of offensive and sexist, but its the truth. I've seen it with my very on naked eye.
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>it all started on a misty morning around eligible 8 o'clock where still cycling or walking the bicycle up the mountain high college of Rafflesia in Puncak Alam. Some jogged, i can see the exhausted faces of people riding solo and i-dont-know-why happy faces of one of my friend, Amirul Mukminin pacing through the pavement with seamlessly no exhaustion at all. (huh?)
on the other hand, i was in the bus, making my way to Shah Alam and then to Pyramid of Sunway. Although the bus is not as full as usual, all the seats were taken and occupied. hoho.
after the bus traveled a distance near Meru, apposing the bus direction, were a Lady around 49 tops and her son of 10 maybe, trying to stop the bus to ride in. the bus stopped and fetched them. and still, no seats were left by eager people on going to the Pyramid.
and there, the old Lady dangled with the bus tangling around the swaying full-of-early-transportation road and her son was having difficulty balancing going back and forth.
in a matter of minutes, 2 girls with kind hearts over rated my feelings towards every girl on planet Earth. They stood up and asked the dwindling defenseless old lady and little kid to sit at theirs. Sitting at almost the last seat on the bus, the now-standing girls seems very familiar. and i got one right, it was Nazurah of D5, with her friend which i don t know who. and if you Nazurah or the other girl reading this, i bid Thank you. I'm ultimately glad that there are still hospitality and generosity among Malaysian. yes, I'm proud to be a Malaysian.
the slowly, after almost one hour and a half, we reached the Grand Pyramid.
Bla bla Bla done.
and oh, we watched Ngankung and apparently, its not that bad, its just nice. A bit of laughter were released from my mouth because its funny sometimes and i'm sure most of you who have watched it, would not be satisfied with such an ending. oh. am i writing a film review? so not.
cont.
Bla bla bla done shopping, done eating, done everything. and its 5.30, and its time to go home.
You know how easy perception changed, is just a matter of gesture. a selfish act that burdens people with hatred and disgust in their mind on that particular event or time. seriously.
as the bus arrived, people were barely breathing and care of no one at all. they wanted a sit or more. in this case, more.
there's this girl, wearing complex yellow tudung with brownish vintage handbag. all of a sudden, she came out of nowhere and stand to the right which was not a place to stand and wait to climb the stairs into the bus at all, beside my friend, and stole his way by going up first on the bus. now that was rude. and suddenly too, perception changed. oh i remember watching Confession of a Shopaholic, womens were fighting to buy almost everything. so, is she a bus-o-holic? tell for your self.
i felt like saying this to her face;
"hey you look good, i see you want to secure a place for you and some for your friends over there. Maybe you should buy a bus, WITH YOUR FACE ON IT!"
eeeeee. adrenaline boosted. hoho. sabar sabar.
by whatever cause, she crossed the line. but somehow, i still believe that Nazurah and the other girl on the first place are almost angels. they are kind, not like the selfish girl idk-who.
thats it. thanks a lot peps.
