Waking up to a punctured tire I decided to gather all what's left of my courage to take up public transportation to my creative writing workshop at MPH 1Utama. I harassed Azry to send me off to Kelana Jaya LRT station for me to take the shuttle bus straight to the shopping mall. I jumped in excitement upon the arrival of the shuttle bus 15 minutes after I reached the LRT station, only to find out that I needed to have some sort of membership card in order to get aboard the bus. Perhaps the driver sensed my naiveness in regards of public transportation so "it's OK go ahead take a seat" he said, but "next time get the card, it'll be a whole lot easier for you." so I nodded gravely and went to have a seat very near to him in case the ticket inspector comes aboard & I have no ticket & the driver could save me from all the embarrassment by explaining I was a bus newbie and I can be gladly excused. But of course, silly me, there was no such thing as a ticket inspector in public buses nowadays. (Azah says the bus incident is so me, clumsy me) To my surprise I reached just in time all in one cheerful piece ready to get my creative writing fix.
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