I guess all of us has a time when our stupidity suddenly spring out from inside, blocking our logical and smart reasoning. I’ve heard of it before, and perhaps you’ve heard about it too. What I don’t know is how frustrating it is when it happens.

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It was in one Friday night, March 9 2007, when I stepped inside the Taman Bahagia LRT Station, that my night of stupidity begins.

For starters, I had almost reached the counter from the not-so-long queue, poked inside my wallet and saw no money. Then I remembered I got RM5 in the pants I wore that morning. Luckily, I brought that pants together inside the bag, so I went out of the line, put my bag on the floor, opened it up and took out the pants. Luckily, the RM5 was still in the pocket. Phew..problem avoided. But I got no idea what awaited me afterwards.

So I sat there in the commuter all the way to Masjid Jamek station, for I needed to switch LRT to go to Puduraya bus station. I realised then that I felt tired, even lifting up my head felt heavy. It was nothing weird, though, cause that morning we had Sports Day in Sri KDU, and me together with some friends were helping this one teacher, who didn’t even say thanks to me and one other friend at the end of the day, to sell foods and stuffs. When I arrived at the Masjid Jamek station, I bought the ticket and board the LRT. Luckily, no stupid things happened.

It was when I arrived in Puduraya bus station that my night of stupidity really began. It was early 8 o’clock, and I went straight to the counters to buy bus ticket. I got one at 9.00 PM, Plusliner. By right, I should board the bus at 9.00 and arrive home more or less at midnight. But it was not right. It was stupid. I was stupid. And I don’t know why.

After I had bought the ticket, I went upstairs to pray both Maghrib and Isya’. Then I went downstairs, and it was around 8.30 PM, so I still got some time left. Haven’t been eating anything since lunch at 3.00 PM, it was nothing to wonder that I felt hungry. So I decided to look some food cause obviously, being hungry in the 2.5 hours commute later was not something I wanted to do. Then I came across this Suria Card promotion, and this one guy talked me into it. Before this, I ignored such promotions by walking away ignorantly. But that night, like I said, I was stupid, and let myself be convinced that such a thing would benefit me, only to regret it later that it won’t be of much use, apart from wasting money.

I paid RM50 for membership reservation, or whatever that kind of shitty stuff is called, out of the RM180 for the one-year membership. The rest of the payment can be settled later. Anyway, as soon as we were finished, it was already very close to 9, so I went to platform 3 to board the bus. Notice that I haven’t eaten yet, so I bought some cut fruits to eat, and went down the platform. By that time, it was 1 or 2 minutes past 9.00, and I could not board the bus anymore. Then I went to the Plusliner counter again, and asked for another ticket. No luck. No ticket to Ipoh is left.

I was so damn frustrated. I was so angry to myself for being so stupid, walking into that stupid promotion, hearing that stupid promotion talk, filling in that stupid registration form, wasting that stupid amount of money, and worst, missing that stupid 9.00 PM bus to Ipoh. Forgive my choice of words, but seriously, that is how I felt.
Anyway, I still need to find a way to go back home, so I put aside my frustration for a while and looked for another ticket. Luckily, I got one, at 11.30PM, at a more expensive price.

Then I settled down, sat on the waiting concrete bench around the stairs leading to the platform, trying to cool down. I was sweating, of rushing around, of the hot environment in there, of the anger and frustration in me. Then I called a friend, and told her about my stupid night, and it eased me much. I was beginning to like her company.

The time was around 9.40 PM, which means I still had one and a half hour left. So I took out my Maths homework from my backpack, and did something I’ve never done before: do Maths in Puduraya. It was a good thing to do, though. Kept my mind fixed and helped me to calm down a lot.

But the night of stupidity didn’t end there. I went down the platform at 11.18 PM, and waited for the bus. It came 1 hour later.

So at last I arrived home, at around 3.00 AM. Instead of sleeping soundly on my bed already, my night of stupidity took hours from me, and spent more than RM100 for that night only. Anyway, I’m glad that I did arrive home, and have a father who went to pick me up from Medan Gopeng. But I do however, strongly wish that that whole night of stupidity won’t happen again in the future.