I seriously enjoy all the festive holidays…but needless to say, I hate it before it arrives. Since like a month ago, the traffic has been bad. Due to our *you know who* friends gotta starve everyday and then pig-out during dinner, everyone tries to rush home to be on time to buka puasa. If you leave the office 5 mins late, that’s it!!
And to add salt to the wound, my MIL stays in TTDI. I’ve gotta fetch the kids from her place on the way home. And they’ve got this famous Pasar Ramadhan there. Well, I don’t mind the food, but it’s really creating a lot of traffic jam in TTDI itself!! Why can’t people park and shop properly. Gotta double triple park!!
So when Friday came, I thought, at last…most of the people are gone by now. But i was so so wrong. I left my office at 6pm+ on Friday after dropping off Annie at the carpark. The rain has stopped, but LDP in a standstill. So I decided to take penchala link. The hartamas there was jammed too, but wasn’t that bad, at least still moving. Once pass the toll, I was so relieved cause it was so smooth…
Then suddenly I saw in front, the road heading towards Damansara Perdana and Tesco was on a standstill!! Arghh..again I took a detour and turn to the other side to join at Bandar Utama.
I was supposed to turn at the 1u junction, but it was jam too, so I took the turn after that, made a U-turn and finally manage to cut thru at TV3. I head towards Centerpoint only to find that it’s also jammed!!!
By then it’s already 7pm+ and I’m so tired. My car not auto mah, so that left and right leg is really soring by now. And I’m dead hungry and also needs to go to the loo.
The rain has started again. I decided to take a break in Centerpoint. Had my dinner and packed dinner for the family from there too. I think I took a 15mins break, then on the road again, still jam!! Arghh…
But this time I’m more smart, I bought a magazine from a shop in Centerpoint. So while getting stucked there, I started reading. At last..finally, I reached home like 8pm+ and it was raining so heavily, got myself all wet though I had my umbrella.
Faythe was crying (scared of thunder) and was hanging on to me…Daddy as usual wants his dose of dinner. Haiyoo…so exhausted. What a day…Swearing & cursing still.