Not Fun Anymore

*I LIKE!!*

No excitement. Nada, zilch, none at all. Am enjoying every moment of it.

Like this morning, I woke up to a lovely 11 a.m morning, with ‘day’s paper waiting for me at the coffee table, searched around the kitchen for some munchies and settled in front of the computer ’til now. The same routine tomorrow, day after and after.

But one problem plagues me still. Should I buy an external hard disk drive or a DVD burner? It is unfortunate that every empty CD I feed into my CD burner will come out mangled, half-burned and utterly unusable, thus creating an opportunity for me to buy a DVD burner hopefully not with my own money. Wait, did I say ‘unfortunate’? Well, I meant it otherwise.

I dunno… I probably won’t use much of either one anyway. I can count how many CDs I ‘ve actually burnt with my fingers and toes, plus, 80GB is adequate for me so far.

Oh, and on a completely different note, I rode on a bus yesterday!!

No big deal you say?

I actually loathe buses. Inter-city, intra-city, rickety-rack buses to be exact. Well I hate express buses from Pudu too, but that’s on a milder tone.

But I took one yesterday, with my mom to add. Hah!

I tried talking her out of it. I tried sulking, being an ass and blablabla…

DID NOT WORK AT ALL!!

But I actually wanted to do something other than hang around the mall watching her belek-belek clothes la…or walk around alone in the mall aimlessly like a homeless person. I don’t quite like walking around aimlessly, you see. Even if there IS an aim, I would also act quite reluctant if it’s not MY aim.

So I didn’t sulk THAT much.

And we walked half the IPOH town to a bus stop my mom was familiar with, 25 years ago. Yeah, twenty-five years AGO. I still deeply believe that there is a bus stop near Ipoh Parade, but no… we walked to God-knows-where because my mom is more familiar with that bus stop. Well ok, I actually like walking. Not shopping mall walking, just walking, there is a different pace to it.So, La La Di Da…. we arrived at the bus stop waited for some time and hopped onto a bus that goes to Gopeng, to my grandma’s.

In case you’re wondering why this ardous journey is sooooo inevitable… it is actually because of my dad. He had some maintenance stuff to do at my grandma’s(the house is unoccupied because grandma currently stays with my auntie in Ipoh) and decided to drop both mom and I at Ipoh Parade, pick up grandma and merrily drive the car away to Gopeng. Well, we could have hang at Ipoh Parade for a few more hours actually but I was itching for an adventure of sorts. Heh!

So, off on a rickety-rack bus we went! The bus conductors still punches holes on your ticket passenger by passenger, the windows are jammed open(no air-conditioning, you silly) so that when it rains, water  will splat on your face, and layer of dust/gunk/ickyblackstuff on everything that is a body with the bus is so disgustingly disturbing. Safe to say, I had a lot of thinking done on that 20 minute bus ride and did not move much.

It must’ve suck to have to commute with that bus to work/school/anywhere everyday. I feel humbled. Things could’ve been much better, at least to a RAPIDKL standard, though I’m not familiar with it also but anyhow them rapidkl buses definitely look better than the one I got on.

If it was up to me, I’d burn all these buses and make everybody cycle to wherever they needed to go. *muahahah* Go healthy! *w00t*

Once again, when I say I hate taking buses…… I actually mean it.

Don’t question why.

Lest you want your eyes poked by my fork-wielding, not-so-dexterous left-hand.