Revisiting 1995

thanks to FB, most of us able to reconnect back with few individuals who we are close, holds dear to our hearts. Im pretty selective when it comes to this, no point having thousands of friends but you dont know them personally. I was questioned " why the hell i didnt attend the high school gatherings". The answer is,i rather pay them a personal visit to the ones whom i clicked.

This is one of them. His name is Hisyam, also known as Bob, a.k.a - he was nicknamed Bob Bus Stand. Why Bus Stand ( local bus terminal )? The moniker was given by our history teacher as Bob didnt like to attend school ( who does ) and hang out at our local bus station terminal. That time - shopping malls is not hip. Our bus terminal is the life of our town, located in main intersection, it's the central nerve and there we able to observe so many stuffs, events and incidents. That is our REAL school.

this in 1995
We like to observe transvestites too. Its fun, dramatic and episodic too.

back in 2016 ( 21 years gap )
Anyway - lets get back to Bob, we did meet up back for awhile in 2004 and then we moved along with our lives, we didnt keep in touch until he added me in FB in 2016. Lo and behold, he opened up a small humble stall located in Klebang called Bustel, selling keow teow, dressed with crabs and other notable seafood. Its freaking tasty and yes - seriously the price is affordable.

It's funny seeing Bob and buses is closely connected.

Anyway this is what he sells.

Order this. 

called Lambak - meaning its all thrown together -  savor it all alone.


So where is this place?
Bustel, is a place where they pulled up all the old buses and transformed it to livable hostel and restaurant. Located in Klebang. I was transported back in time when i step unto this mechanical retired vehicles. Its brilliant. I still remember vividly how the drivers will press the throttle, the gear pedal swerving wildly from left to right ( i dont know how the hell he knows where is the first, second and third gear ) - while we get smoky breeze blowing to our faces - observing our town....



Now im sitting in them, enjoying an awesome meal with my few of friends.

inside the freaking classroom after SPM in 1995
inside the freaking bus in 2016.

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