I freakin hate the freakin KTM.
It is perhaps the most unreliable piece of crap public transport I have ever had the misfortune to take.
Bleeding thing left us stranded between Tiroi and Seremban station for God-knows-how-long. I took the 8 o' clock and should have been home by around 9, but I reached home at 11! Whee!
Not to mention since the engine broke down, we had to jump 5 feet off our train onto the gravel and monkey up the 'rescue' train. Thanks for the James Bond experience guys.
Some joker on the train said, "Hey! I guess this means we can celebrate Merdeka on the KTM? Malaysia Boleh!!" Har har.
Speaking of which here's wishing you loves a happy 52nd Merdeka! ;)
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PS: I deeply apologize to Sista Jen, should she read this; but I really have curbed most of my potty mouth habit, I have! It's just that I can't swear at schmancypants customers, Dad has this newly-enforced rule... It's just gotta be let out sometime, y'know? :P
PPS: I feel the need to cook (edible food) tomorrow. I don't know what, but I will. *rubs hands with glee* Teehee!
PPPS: Anyone know what macarons or bagels taste like? These sure are purty. :3
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