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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Toy, Games and Comics Convention Adventues!. (Part 1)

I figured I'd better write all this down while its still slightly fresh and within reach on the cluttered desktop that is my mind. Not a good place to file stuff in this brain o mine. Things tend to get lost and buried in mounds of other stuff and... Wait, what was i talking about...

See?!

But enough silly skits.

People say 'The best part of travelling is the journey'. Awesome though the comic convention may be, to get there was an exercise in patience and/or anger management.

Our bus was set to leave at 9.30pm, so by 8.30pm I was already over at Jeps place. After waiting for him to get ready and shit, we were out of the house by 8.50pm. And when I say out of the house, I mean we were in front of the fucking lift doors waiting for the fucking lift to fucking arrive on our fucking floor. As it turns out, it had other plans. We were on the 14th floor of his apartment and the bastard lift went kaput somewhere above or below us. All three of 'em. A decision was made. To The Stairs! (as if we had much of a choice. Jumping down 14 floors is bad for knees.)

We legged it down 14 floors worth of steps to the ground floor... only to receive a call from Jeps brother that Jep had forgotten the battery to his camera so we had to wait a bit until he came down. And wait for him we did, burning what precious minutes we had left.

A stick of cigarette later, the brother arrived. After bumming ten bucks off jep as "payment", we parted ways and we set off for the walk to LRT station. In the rain. Oh yes, no messed up journey would be complete without rain.

A soggy few minutes later, we got on the train and we chugged along at a 'i know ur late so ill just take my sweetass time' speed. After hauling ass through the corridor and dodging the odd slow douche, we made it to the counter at 9.35pm. Yay! Success!

And when I say success, what i really mean is the bus had successfully left us behind! Oh the joy. If dropkicking people in the face wasnt illegal, I'd happily dish out footprints lovingly planted on the faces of every single person in the station. Thats 31 bucks ill never see again. Oh, and another 20 bucks. But more on that later.

A few inquiries later,we were told that to get replacement tickets, it would cost us 21bucks. But the problem was, the next bus was at 1 am! I said fuckit. We searched around for a ten o clock bus and found one. And so, it being a ten o clock bus, we departed on time. At 10.40pm.

Bastards.

"Please be on time at the platform", I remember the lady at the counter of Somecompany Express, smiling sweetly as I contemplated smacking her in the face with my Backhand of Justice and knocking that smile down to her ears when I later found out the bus was actually from another company. I hate it when that happens. Reason is because, theres no consistency in the quality of some of these busses. As a comparison- If i paid for a pair of brand x underpants, why in hell would i want brand y even tho it does the same job of... being a pair of functional underpants! Plus i dont even know the quirks of brand Y. It could chafe, be a size too small and bunch up between the thighs, or just be plain rude to the neighbours, if you know what i mean.

But we'd already paid so we didnt really have a choice.

We boarded. Ok so far. Until the bus went on the highway... Thats when i discovered the first and (thankfully) only quirk. At high speeds, it would emit high pitched squealy/grindy sounds from the recesses of its underbelly. I HATE high pitched squealy/grindy sounds from things with underbellies! Thank God I slept through most of it. When I woke up, I discovered my legs hadnt! Oh yes, due to an awkward angle of thigh placement, my legs had dozed off, leaving me slightly annoyed and confused. I'd kick my legs to wake them up, but that would be futile!

We arrived at the Larkin bus station at around 3am after 4 hours of squealy/grindy travelling goodness. Got a cab (which, btw, cost us 15 bucks because its after midnight), and arrived safely at my house.

Stressfull? Not really. Am pissed that 31bucks just went up in dust. Oh well...

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