Racing our way to Kovan Hub Bus Terminal, we gorged down toast and teh-c. Hot and sweaty is the Singapore repetoir on a daily basis. Perspiring like a fountain, we waited 1 hour before the parked bus came to live.
Vast size of the terminal shed seems too big like it was from a different era or time zone within a given week.
Lugging our luggage, we finally got in. The driver didn't bother your identity and only wanted to know which seat you were allocated to. He was not even interested to look at your document on the phone.
Dark and cooling as the aircondition already up and running before our occupation, we were greeted with spacious leg space that you can't find in anything Singapore.
Because we packed our notebooks with our luggage we decided our bags should be located at our feet instead of in the luggage compartment below as someone else could remove your luggage by mistake.
The coach moved effortlessly to Katong to pick for travellers.
Paramount to the congestion we see everyday in our daily commune, this ride seems too spacious and leisure like.
Suspiciously sipping water sold at Kovan Food court is ice Mountain looking so different.
nodding off in stupor while the data consumption happen on his radio, did I later find out his phone truly used fm while mine didn't. I learnt that if you don't have a regular single pin earphone jack, your phone cant operate real fm radio. The single javknear piece axts as an FM antenna. Mine used a usb jack.
After so much ranting we are still in Singapore. Will be get rejected at the customs? The emotional doubt probably stem from the lack of self cobfidence using the Sejatera App required by the malaysian customs. Really is conditioning of habit being in Singapore for too long.
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