LAST BUS RIDE FROM PUDU SENTRAL AND THE TICKET GUY.
well i was cleaning my things and i found my old stash of bus ticket. well i had his habit of keeping the bus ticket i ever rode in my purse. well long story shot. last year around november i need to get home from subang. as i only travel by instic not logic. i decide to take bus at pudu sentral which i always go to. for almost four year. arrive with my white uniform white shawl. black pants and shoe. (lucky i dont wear those sport shoe yet that time. lol) i do what i does normally. with handbang and luggage that could fit me in. and the handle broken. can you immagine the state i that time. looking ragged i dont really care how my face or my entire outfit look like at that time i walk around act like it was fab. while there a ink stain on my white shirt. i went to the second floor with elevator dragging my luggage with one thing in mind. to get the quickest bus that leaving withing half an hour. ad fast as i can. as soon as the elevator opens. (the elevator lead straight ...