Tahi Yang Suci: September 2008

Word. Been a while since I traded my red ten's for a scribbled piece of paper and a seat on a bus. Too much hitchhiking, I totally forgot how it felt to be a backpacker. (Blame Troy, Tmot ngan Mal) =P... Thanks-a-milli ar Akay coz hantar aku. He sacrificed his nap time just so I could make it on the bus ride. I thought it was gonna be a lonesome journey. Guess not. Couple of minutes after I sat my ass down at the bus station, Cha datang. And a couple of minutes after Cha sat his ass down at the bus station, Chong datang. And a couple of minutes after Chong sat his precious ass down at the bus station, ada lagi datang tapi tak kenal. So, in the end there were three happy utp asses kissing the floors of the bus station.

Fast forward...
Hopped on the bus...
Sayonara to the bus station...
Welcome to dreamland...

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3 hours later...
Kuala Lumpur... Kuala Lumpur...
Datang dari jauh... Maruah dipertaruh...
Dengan impian untuk berjaya...
(Playlist suddenly jumps to 'Aku di Kuala Lumpur' by Malique)
Eyes wide open...

Through the bus window I saw the glorified Twin Tower sights, the cramped crowd of mixed colours, the cursed traffic jams, and them glorified sexy light taned ladies in cursed mini skirts. Nah... kidding. Puasa lorh. Anyways, it felt real goooooood to be back in my holy city of sins. They say "...it's not where you from, it's where you at that matters...". True but we gotta stay grounded and stick to our roots rite. Shieet, patriotic la plak. Be proud of where you're from! If not, you can kiss what the bus station just kissed. OK.