If you feel like peeing, please stop reading and go 'kench' now. You have been warned.
Picture this. You're going to a concert that you have looking been forward to. You dress up for the occassion. You accessorized (for gosh sake!). Your friend notice you put on some make-up (well.. had to, to cover the sudden attack of the monster zit).
You do feel a bit queasy..maybe it was something you ate.... or maybe you started to feel tired after half a day of Extreme Shopping ...but hey! nothing will stop you from going to this concert. You have been counting every second for the past weeks for this. Tickets, check! Camera, check! Wallet, check! Zit under control, err...tapi boley la, check! Jom, let's go!
The concert was a blast! Your got superb seats! Concert started on time. The sound system was kick-ass! The singer did everything that you thought she would do. It's all good. 3/4 of the concert... here comes that queasy feeling again. This time you notice that your head is pounding to the sound of the bass on the speaker. Nah...you can't be sick. Heck, you can still get up and konon groove to the music (Ya right). You must be hungry. In between of the cheering and clapping, you secretly fantasized - a good nasi goreng cina. Yummm.
The concert was over. But not your headache which by now has scaled up 10 times than an hour ago. You summoned your inner chi..or what's left of it. You still have it under control. You thought you can walk it off. Fresh air might do some good.Huk huk huk..
The mat salleh, felt that you would know where Hard Rock Cafe is.. (perhaps by deducing that you're partly dress to go there :P), asked you which is the nearest stop to get there. You said sorry, you're not local and don't even know where this bus is heading. So he turned and asked the apek next to you..."Perhaps you would know which stop it is nearest to Hard Rock Cafe, sir?". What the apek answered was maybe perhaps that sealed the deal... He asked back " You want to go coffee shop is it?". Ha ha.
Blerrghhhhh.... half of your stomach content.. is on your baju... dripping down to your favorite jeans, soaking thru your underpants. And suddenly your headache cleared and reality struck. It struck hard. YOU ARE ON A PUBLIC BUS FULL OF PEOPLE, and YOU HAVE JUST BARFED ALL OVER YOURSELF!
Eh, but wait. Where the heck are we? Shit.. stop apa ni? Here comes the next adventure.
"Nak naik teksi ke?"
"Hahahah.. takde la.. sebab kita mcm cheerful aje..."
... And walked further we went
"Ha, sat tgk map ni... where the heck are we. Eh ni building jurisdiction ke apa jadah tah ni"
"Ha.. ni tadi church tu.. kita kat sini la.. so mcm mana eh"
"Eh mcm salah je ni beb... I say we went that way"
"Eh tak la.. mcm sini je"
" Sat cuba tgk building kat sana tu.. familiar tak? Ada ke hotel ni dekat hotel kita"
"Mcm takde je..."
... Ok, jalan je la lagi...
"Beb, aku serious rasa org kata kita mcm pros siut..Sial la mesti orang kat bas tadi ingat aku dah minum tak ingat dunia.. pastu tetiba hangover."
"hahahahah mana ada..."
"Eh, beb... sat.. aku rasa aku nak muntah lagi la...Nak muntah kat tong sampah tu"
"Pergi..pergi cepat"
1. I might have developped gastric. I'm used to have 3 meals a day and loads of snacking in between.
To dearest Ngantukalways - dunno la what to say. Sorry to spoil the plan to go to Mustafa that nite. Thanks for doing all the talking and getting us back to the hotel... and buying the panadol. Jangan la menyesal jalan dengan aku eh. Serious shit, it will only happen with me. Hahahah bawak Jiben pun tak drama macam ni. And yes.. thank you for not laughing to my face. There you have it, a story to tell your grandchildren. Nah, have a field day writing in your blog... tulis la apa kau rasa nak tulis, gelak la apa kau nak. Akak tak marah uols!
Why does it always rain on me?
...Now, who can top that?