Final Destination

It was Saturday, I was traveling from Spore to BU, on Aeroline. Decided after buying tickets, that I wanted to go back to Sban instead of KL. The right thing and simply enough, is to ask them to drop me off somewhere near the toll, not much argument here.

Understandably, they declined my request, telling me it was against their policy. Fair enough, I gave in. But as I crossed the border, I had a hunch and suddenly, I wanted so badly to go back to Sban. After a failed attempt with the bus driver, the cabin crew were kind enough to offer her manager on the phone. He tried to talk me in, and it kind of worked. I gave in, because I don't really have an good excuse. It seemed they had before request to drop off, and the 'conversation with manager' thingy had convinced the passenger.

As I swallowed my meal, a plan is hatched. I wrote on a piece of paper, appealing to all passenger, that I needed to attend a wedding dinner in Sban. They would lost 5 minutes of their journey, helping a guy safe 2 hours, that's a pretty neat tactic I'd say. All passenger succumbed and signed their suport, some takes more time, but i guessed i still have bits of charm?

Well, a second tele conversation with the manager, I showed him how desperate I was, going all the way doing things. He seemed moved, but in the end they just won't let me off, figuring that there's nothing I could do.

I was gonna play my last card: stomach pain near Sban, when they stopped by some almost deserted rest area near Melacca. Not sure if it'll worked, but I don't want to go to the extend of harassing other passengers and get picked up by a police patrol? That would be a great way to start my 2008.

By all means, they could have stopped at some rest area near Sban, but why here? the answer jumped at me when the bus driver happily chowed down at the mobile stall. No wonder the bus won't stop if we depart around 530pm.

Still holding on to my frail card, a Plusliner bus with the destination 'Sban' magically parked beside the Aeroline. It's like a divine answer to my prayers, well there weren't any specific god I was thinking about that time. It's all in my head yelling: I wanna go home! Don't want to go to KL! Did that count as prayers?

The rest were history. I got onto the Plusliner, while the cabin crew of Aeroline told me to whatever. On the bus, I kept thinking, were I even supposed to get on this bus? What happened if the bus I was originally on met with accident? Touch wood, 2 of my coworkers were on board. Can't help but think, what if I, the unexpected passenger, boarded the bus which soon to hit hiway to hell? ok, that didn't happened.

This is a good way to start my 2008. I gained my believe, that if I wanted something very badly and worked towards it, I'd get what I want! One way or the other, but keep my hands off the vice. I must admit my mind had journeyed to the dark side not once, while plotting on how not to disembark in KL. Heck, righteousness triumphed.

Happy New Year! And I won't use 'You are the Final Destination of my heart' unless I wanna break up.