Hey!
i'm back for the second part of my m'sia trip,
so where was i?
oh yes,
after the bus took off.


well, it wasn't very exciting while sitting in the bus.
its like fucking long
and i suffered from butt cramps and
also some pins and needles here and there.
had to move it soooo many times...
anyhu,
after abt 1 hour in the bus,
we finally arrived at woodlands checkpoint.
there, we just had to get down
and queue up in the everlasting line of kiasu people.
It was like feeding time in the zoo!
they ran towards the counter
and then waited for their turn to get their face checked out.
i went in calmly,
and as ever, i wanted to see the fat Indian beeyotch
that plucked my last nerve last year.
( i dun wanna tok abt it.)
But inside my heart,
i was like,
"If Isee you, I'ma bust your head black bitch!"

but it was HER lucky day,
cos she wasn't anywhere in sight.
perhaps its not her time to go ...YET.
hahaha

so,
after "checking-point",
i went to meet up wit my family,
after which i followed my dad and bro to the little boy's room.
after relieving myself,
i went to call my mum and granna and we boarded the bus...again.
soon after,
the other passengers came aboard also........
................................
Oh ok... we were the last people on board.
ALWAYS!
i dunnoe how they got there very fast...
kiasu bitch-tards.

so we carried on travelling across the causeway,
and then we stopped again,
at the malaysian checkpoint

man ,
let me tell you.
that was the most horrifying experience ever!
here's why:

1. First, the kiasu bitch-tards were as kiasu as ever...
2. we had to squeeze into a small room with counters with many people from different coaches.
3. there was this old ah pek behind me. Man was he disgusting. He kept coughing and coughing, to such an extent that i wanted to turn around and slap him in the face, grab him by the throat and say, "STOP COUGHING ON MY BAG AND BACK YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF DISEASED JUNK!".
   but due to my kind and caring nature (yeah right, i just din wanna create a scene), i just ignored him.
4. then my dad met his old army friend. they were talking and laughing like long lost brothers. It was embarrassing for me...MUST JAGA IMAGE YOU KNOW...EVEN IN M'SIA
5. the line moved extremely slowly, such that i can see the grass outside growing and dying.
   (exaggerated, i know...)

Yep,
i think that was it...
after like 30 mins waiting,
we finally got through and headed for the coach/bus
as usual, we were the last people there.
paisehh...
NBCB...
hahahaha...
that was the last we'll be needing our passports and stopping with the kiasu assholes...
so we were in M'sia already.
BIG DEAL.
it was abt 1 more hour until we reached our destination.
it was BATU PAHAT.
there, my family went to book a cab for the 5 of us.
over there, its not metered, the cabs
instead, they look at the distance and they charge you accordingly.
since our destination was quite far,
we were charged RM30, RM5 more than last time.
fucking money minded assholes
initially the driver din want to take us cos there were 5 of us, and he wanted us to take 2 cabs,(MONEYMINDED ASSHOLES)
but after much negotiating with my dad, he allowed us to.

so it was another 30-45 minutes ride from there to my kampung.
and since i was the biggest in the family, mind you,
i sat infront, where there was alot of space for my huge bossoms
along the way, i saw many disgusting things.
first, there were dead chickens lying on the road., got ran over by a car i assume. sooo kesian
then there were dead rats,
dead dogs,
and one thing amazed me the most.
while the cab was moving,
i looked on the road infront of me.
there, i saw there was this thin film of sumthing(water/mercury/mirror looking thingy) and it reflected the vehicles when i looked at it from a certain angle.
it was amazingly...well, AMAZING..
then i almost fell asleep in the stuffy, warm, aricon-cannot-make-it cab, but i held on.
din wanna suuffer from heat stroke u know...
hahaha

so after about 30-45 minutes,
we arrived at my kampung.
(ok, this is wierd,..why is it MY kampung? i dun own it...nvm la.. lets just take it as i do...hahaha)
my aunt's house was the last house in the forested columns of houses.
spooky when its dark...
she told us that she renovated her house, but i din get to see it the last time.
so this time,
i was amazed to see the difference.
intead of the old kampung,
her house was a stone house and it was extravagant.
it looked like a bungalow.
and guess how much it costs to build it?
(yes...her husband bbuild it himself)
well,
to compare with singapore,
u can buy a 3-4 room flat here!
i know...



so, thats it for tdae, and its only the JOURNEY!
not yet the real fun!
ok, maybe not REAL fun,
but its ok i guess...

okies!
gtg now
buhbieS!!@!!

She was a hoochie in a boob.