1. My memory on riding bus is so much hassle but fun.
2. When I studied in Kolej Mara Banting, my parents only sent me once during the registration day (tu pun pinjam kereta uncle, the 3 of us rode bus to KL, and we borrowed the car). After that, for 2 years, I used bus to come back and forth to KL-Kelantan (including my very last day in KMB).
3. Back then, the central station was at Hentian Putra. It was so old, small and lack of basic necessities. The public restroom, surau, cafetaria, etc. You name it. But then, we did not have much choice.
From KMB to Hentian Putra, we had used all sorts of transportation, mini-bus, taxi, commuter, donkey, crocodile, etc. It took almost the entire office hour just to reach the station.
O 4. Nowadays, the demolished Hentian Putra and moved the Central Station to Terminal Bas Sepadu (TBS). It is so much better, it feels like you are at the airport. Thank you so much Malaysia for this!!!
5. And tonight, Allah gives me another chance to ride the bus. I just bring back all the memories brushing all the cobwebs. I miss everyone, I miss my parents, I miss my childhood. All of them will be in my mind until I die, or taken from me.
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