Stuck

From Johor Bahru, I accidentally took the wrong bus. Ok hear me out. Yesterday, May the 6th, I was in Johor Bahru, on the way back from Singapore. I bought ticket to Melaka from the counter for the 6pm bus. 1stly, I asked that counter girl that what platform will the bus be, because it wasn't written on the ticket. She spoke so soft that i think we need her to shout in hailer to hear her faint voice. Speak up lady. She told me the number two times, but I didn't get it. Then there was this guy who was wearing the bus company uniform. I asked him which platform, he said "Wait here I'll be right back." He lit up a cigarette, walked away to Satan knows where and didn't come back. It's like the X-files you know, people missing one by one.

Anyway so there was this bus which came right in front of me. It was the company bus. Looking at the possibilities, I was sure this was my bus. I checked the number plate. 6299, exactly like the one in the ticket. I gave the ticket to the bus driver, he looked at it and tore the resit and gave me back the ticket as usual (thats how it works here in Bolehland). So I went behind, took my seat and sat down. Being tired, I decided to sleep.

The next thing I know, I'm in Kluang. A dead town. Really dead town with only 2 burger stalls alive and everything else dead. I asked the driver, wasn't this bus to Melaka? He said no. I asked is this bus 6299? He said yeah. Then I went down only to realise that the front alphabets are different. What the fuck? It was written JHK 6299 in my ticket and its JHL 6299 on the bus. What the fuck? Why do buses have that close number plate? To confuse the passengers? To give us an IQ challenge? Assholes.

So I got down and quickly went to the Melaka counter. The last bus just left. Fuck. The next bus is at 9 am next day and its only 9 pm then. 12 hours? What the fuck shall I do? There's no motel nearby. I don't know anyone there. The only thing i have to do is Wait. Darn it. I'm stuck. So I sat down, waiting and waiting. 10 pm, 11 pm,12 pm, 1 am.. slowly waiting.

Then suddenly an Indian guy came up to me. He says he's from Singapore and stuffs. He said he got no money to eat, so I decided to check into my wallet. RM 25. Damn. I gave that guy RM 2 and asked him to eat(not the money of course, food!). He asked for RM 5. How am I suppose to give if I'm short of cash? I told him that. He went off. I was alone in the bus station. Alone.

An hour later, a malay guy came up to me. He's lost his right hand and also telling me that he's got a false leg. He told me that he was like me, he was lying down at the same bench one night, where 4 guys came up to him and robbed him. Chopped his arm off and took everything. He mentioned he lost his briefcase, his work documents, his cellphone and everything. And he's English was pretty okay. I was wondering, what was a man with a briefcase and documents doing at night at a bus station when there's no bus? Obviously he's a working man and for sure he could afford a hotel. But anyway i gave him RM 3. He didn't reject, yet he didn't accept. He said its not enough. What the fuck! I told him I only have some Singaporean coins. He said nevermind. I gave him that and I could hear him mumbling something about 'coming from Singapore but not donating enough' or some shit. I turn a deaf ear. And he's gone.

Then, the 1st Indian guy came back. Asking me for RM 1. I told him i've already given what I have and thats it. No more! If we keep giving, these guys are gonna suck us dry. I mean, he's got both hands, both legs. Why can't he work? Pfft..

Then it was 4 am. Saw a few rowdy looking guys and suddenly remember the story that man with one hand said. Scary. So decided to move around and found something better to do. Let me show you, Kluang Bus Station! Fear:

There are 3 dustbins at 1 spot. It's hard to see this kinda stuffs in Malaysia. But...
All the rubbish are outside of the dustbin. Malaysia Boleh!
Public toilet. Was in a hurry to pee.
Voila! 20 fucking cents to enter the toilet. Fuckers even making money from our golden showers. Bloodsuckers! But there wasn't anybody there so decided to sneak in.
Fucking toilets were locked. Who in the blue fuck will lock the public toilets? Its suppose to be a PUBLIC TOILET! Maybe they're scared that some scousers or Glen Johnson will break in to steal the toilet caps. Darn!
Even the ladies toilet. I know ladies have less resistivity to pee than men. I think so. Imagine a lady who just arrived and wanted to go to toilet badly. Expect her too pee in the drain like we men do? Fucktards!
And here's the racism picture of the day. It says 'Kluang's Malay Transport Co-operation LTD.' What's that suppose to mean? Only malays are allowed on the bus? Fuck me. 2 Chinese cab drivers were banned for life in Johor Bahru when they went against some racism issues and look at these fuckers! Equality hell yea! Malaysia Boleh!
And this is the bus!

So yeah I waited till 9 am and got onto my bus. The 1st thing I did when I came back was sleep like a log. Fucking tired, I've been waiting for 12 hours for this! Assholes.

Ken Lee and Payi Power!