J'dore : Aviation: Drama(part 2)

its part 2 ...

i am not sure what time we actually reached Penang and we reached at Sungai Nibong bus station. There, we became clueless after all, our 導游(KKC) is not here. Even though i have been to Penang for so many times(countless) i really clueless where to go. So, phoned my sis who studies in USM(penang) and who oftens takes the bus. Then after receiving her 'consultation', we actually took another bus the so called(Rapid Penang) to Komtar where its like main bus stop where all the bus meets. well, we waited for actually quite a long time and this was actually the first time i am taking a bus like i mean from a bus station. waited..waited...waited....the thing i don't like about taking a bus is take i have to wait for its arrival..oh well....there were we asking bus after bus..."pakcik ada pergi ke Komtar?"...and when we found the right bus, guess what it was a disaster. not to say the bus was unclean but the problem now is that we have loads of luggage with us. Like, its like a great burden. we all cramped like sardins and i was in the middle of the bus. and the worst part is that i was just standing in front of the bus door. ...

Actually leh, i don't find sebarang prob standing by the bus door until the door finally opened....we had our luggage on the floor and it was like scattered everywhere like on our feet. and we had to only depend on the bars to hold on to. when the doors opened, it kinda tersekat because of our luggage...OMG and there were people going up and down from the bus...it was
hell....all i could do was to squeeze here and there when the doors open and guess wat calvin was standing near me. great. At 1 time, the door suddenly opened, me leh (with quick reaction) faster squeezed to 1 side and poor calvin, i accidentally stepped on his feet and left all the luggage on his feet, making him mobile. There he was, his feet was like tersekat between the doors and the bus door could not close...like Alamak....and the bus was like making all these crazy noises...so sorry har....i will never stand near the door anymore...scary lar...and like true Calvin Nga attitude he started membebel....sorry lor...dude.

the next thing about the bus was we swayed here and there, back and forth, left and right, hard to find support. after all this is all inertia. the funny thing is that on the bus, there was one lady hu like pushed ah leow or something and guessed what came ont from his mouth ??..."Pangsai"(means doing the Big business in Hokkien) and we were like oh no..penangkees speak Hokkien dude..you shouldn't...he was so afraid and that blank stare he gave us told us all....haha..funny lar

from komtar, we boarded another bus to YMCA at Macalister Road. We could only check in at 3 so after settling our luggage, we went off to lunch. Kita macam rusa masuk ke kampung, arah kita tak tertentu , yang tinggal hanyalah naluri yang membawa kita ke arah makanan....walked for quite some time....and people were like grumbling....hey should walk tat side lar...ei...walk wrong jor lor...hey this ei that..haizzz....those are my friends...byk cakap...passed by many beautiful mansions ...reli cantik geh..even SK say this is like the Tiger lane of Penang...orang kaya raya tinggal di sini.

oh ya...before i could forget while we were happily walking, suddenly a truck kinda transport passed by and all i heard was a loud crash. the kenderaan leh was too tall and the momentum was to great resulting a large impulse....destroying the telephone wires....wah..geng lor...the sound...and the driver went away...then my friends shouted RM 5o RM 50...oh yar..star offers RM 50 for like photographs showing situasi yang berbeza...took a picture..

finally reached our tempat makan. its like a mini version of a hawker center like selling 'loh mee'...mamak rice...won ton mee..haiz....i ordered 'loh mee' it should be a Hokkien dish right?...coz my friends were like debating where this dish originated 4rom. well, its like mee with this thick dark gravy, i used to often take this when i am in penang, so take peduli lar mana ia datang dari, sedap jiu ok liao.and my other friend ordered won ton mee...har???...haiz..their choice lor..

okok,climax come jor

when we were about to leave, zhi cong sudenly panicked, we could feel the suspense in the air, something was not right, what was it,,,he lost his Wallet...we trried looking everywhere, every single corner asked everyone about it..kinda feel like 法證先鋒...(Forensic heroes)...asking millions of quetions...where did you last see your wallet? tell me, are you sure?...but he was a bundle of nerves, poor zhi cong he kept telling me "you all ar always lose things during trips, i told myself leh that i would never meet such incidents"...haiz...poor guy..

the funny thing is that when kah wai gave the coffee shop aunty (waitress) his phone no. so she could contact us if they found anything and guess wat was her reply...

"i din steal...i duno...i din steal....dun give me"(speaking in that Pure M'sian rojak english)...haiz...duno want to laugh leh or mourn leh tat time..haizzz

at last we decided to like split into two groups , 1 group following zhi cong back to YMCA to check whether his wallet was left in his luggage, the other group to wait at the coffee shop. 3 of us(kah wai, me and Zhi Cong headed back to YMCA).....after a long walk...finally reached YMCA but for goodness sake, the wallet could not be found. we all reunited back to YMCA re planning what to do after this

KKC finally arrived at YMCA....and boy, if u see the way he came into the room your jaws would be kept open for 3 seconds...1,2, 3...he was coming through those doors in Gucci sunglasses as if he was a movie star, really OMG..cannot believe this moment , always knew the lala blood was running through his blood...oh well..

The other guys decided to take a rest and me and Zhi Cong well, went to the police station to lodge a police report.and haiz..that was a long and winding road. Zhi Cong..so kesian lol....two unfortunate events in 1 day...whats next?..

when we were at the police station, i like joked hey, want to take a picture?...come on lar..take la take lar....then i saw a shadow marching towards me "apa you buat di sini? ini kawasan larangan . kamu tahu saya boleh dakwa kamu? siapa yang benarkan kamu tangkap gambar di sini."

this was the third unfortunate event, me kena marah my police officers for taking a picture in front of the police station...and guess what , i managed to take 1 picture.haha...still moody..apalah kena marah by police officer wor..malu lor..den this time it was zhi cong's turn to ejek me balik...haiz....

to menyembuhkan luka saya yang mendalam, saw a pet shop and went in , saw some cute shih tzus and took a picture with it. this time, i wisely asked can i take a picture???...haha..

on the way me and zhi cong sang a few numbers like

我懷戀的懷念的是兩個pendrive...(我懷念的)
每次到了檳城不見錢包不見還有不見兩個聽見老馮在說話他說你要勇敢你要堅強(火柴天堂)
愛上一個不見錢包的人(愛上一個不回家的人)

that time he was ok jor...he started singing geh, so i followed on...haiz...we sang more than this...

that night, we went to Gurney Drive..or (wan zai gok ) if you prefer. its like near the sea and there were hawker centres for us to Ho chiak...wow..finally a chance for us to have a taste of true Penang flavour..i wanted to try everything from Char Kuey Teow to OoJien(friend oysters) to Otak-otak(its fish wrapped in banana leaves and it tastes like kampung)..haha.....enjoyed my food..but i was still not satisfied after all Penang is like a Food haven and for God's sake...is this on..come on...Give me more...haha...the kuey teow was ok(not that up to my expectations)...otak otak was fine(too full to like really enjoy it) and the Oojien was seriously not that great......hey i have a tongue of royalty..haha

During our meal leh this petite gal who claims she hails from Ipoh as well tried to like asked for donations to raise money to buy milk powder for kids....me having a heart of generosity did not hesitate to lend a helping hand, sprinkling some powder of hope and happiness to this kids...but this soon turned to a real drama..later

ok...there were like 14 of us and we had to split into 3 groups...this gals kept going from 1 table 2 another and two tables offered to donate wheres 1 table declined, so kah wai leh (the 阿大) went over the table and like did something (duno what, i was happily eating) and they donated..
for your info, each table donated RM 25(costly for a student, oh well, we are generous aren't we)..after that leh...XXX from that table came over to kah wai like saying hey, give me back my money like arguing...saying what this money ar you force me to pay, from what he said, he intended to donate i forgot how much , then kah wai took another note from his wallet and gave it to the girl...so this caused another drama...boy...we really had a drama...

this confrontation finally ended with kah wai returning money to XXX...this situasi is so hard to like even see.....haiz..wan meh, i know kah wai should not had done so to like make them donate but...in my opinion, its not about economy background or whether you can afford it anot, its about donating and then like asking back for the money?...its just charity...plus..its just not a very big amount..(ok the amount is not important) its the integrity that matters....its just my opinion...

after all this drama, we leh jiu went to Gurney Plaza to shop...i went scouting for some gifts for some friends....managed to buy something...haha

that night back at the room was kinda weird for my bed-mates(hoe, zhi cong, calvin) we all could not sleep haiz...susahnya....and we all like played around...haha...i kinda like put on my earphones like playing some music in my head like mimicking around....oy yeah,oh yeah doing those elvis moves...hey 1, 2, 3....and hoe and calvin were like gossiping leaving zhi cong there laughing at my actions..haha....we had quite some fun...

but i still could not sleep, i am rather notorious for that so instead of menganggu orang lain i tried to like fins my position, or in other words my comfy spot to like roll around..at last slept on the floor..haha....but very cold lar....went up the bed again...chilly cold...very cold.............thats all for day 1...overall its ok...lots of drama...but the real reason why i din;t like have a blast is because what that lies inside me....its me who is refraining myself...haiz...

part 2 ended...