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For once I felt like I have a phobia of people.
This was my second time Feeling this way. First was when Brazil vs Malaysia in Bt Jalil stadium. I tell myself that I’m not coming back,ever.
That moment when we were to depart from stadium to go back hotel, I felt like people are not people, anymore. The moment the gates were open, the train doors open, everyone rushed in. I felt kena slammed and flatten by the “walls” of the train.
So this must be how pancakes felt or perhaps since I’m a meaty girl, the hamburger patty felt as it was pressed onto the grilled n u can hear the sizzle of the juices escaping n evaporating out.
I wished that moment, I was thinner-my fats got evaporated. Haha… Wishful thinking.
Right now, I’m blogging cos I’m “sandwiched” in Malaysian immigration towards Singapore. I felt injusticely served because there should be a notice warning me before I go n have my passport stamped.
At least I can avoid the human congestion jam n head to a hotel nearby n take a warm bath.
I don’t like to travel to n fro Malaysia on a weekend especially since I’m working on my own. My time is my freedom. People work, I holiday. I work, I also holiday. *grins.
Bryan have nicely driven me right to the CIQ entrance to head home to KL with Danial.
I bet they will reach earlier than me.
How do I feel? In the beginning, I felt stuffy and lost. As many do, cos I saw most are like standing out of the queues staring in the blank.
Are u lost? Ok, let me start again.
Bryan and Danial dropped me in immigration centre in JB central to head home while they both drove back to KL.
I was happily taking public transport until I saw 3 weird queues just outside , right after the immigration hall. I thought perhaps they have not stamped their passports yet.
Boy was I wrong.
These people are the ones who were not properly informed that they will be caught in human jam if they proceed to exit Malaysia that moment.
I have the right to know! My inner tantrum child start brawling.
In my years of innocence, I actually wanted to pay RM50 to anyone to take me out of this messyness!
Some of them hijack KL buses and Kilang buses(buses for factory fellowmen)! I tried but my lack of swiftness cos I just did a walkathon the day before and then roadtrip after that, my legs felt like jellies while my brains felt like melting.
And so I ended up walking up to the immigration hall area and start queuing up in whatever spirals of human chains.
Oh God, how did I ended up here. I know everything that I go thru has a lesson for me to learn.
If there was a walkway to Singapore , I bet we all will be walking even if I looked like some bow legged lady.
I’m not supposed to complain. So how can I improve the situation? For now my “melting” brain decided to surrender.
I hope I understood the blessings behind this event clearly. Perhaps, next time I shall bring my sleeping bag. Who knows, I can make myself comfy anywhere n everywhere.
But I like the attitude that no one try to hijack (meaning cutqueue)the human chain. Unless they are tourists. I pity the elderly and kids and the special needs people. I felt so helpless.
That is when I felt the need to own the magic wands (sungei road got or not?Perhaps Mustafa have.lol)
Suddenly whoosh! I’m gone…
Ta-ta my fellow journey men!
I wished there is a feet masseuse somewhere… While I’m queuing up.
Smiles.
Oh and please pardon my spelling mistakes. I cannot think right… I just wanna go home.
Tsk.
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