hello.
I am updating again. SURPRISED?
I am surprised myself...
Current location: Taylor's University College
Specific current location: Student Live Centre
Right after exams I come out to receive texts from Jeannette, Patricia and Michele telling me that they've gone back home.
Its a force of habit that I sit through the entire time of the exam. High school was never kind enough to allow students to walk out of the examination hall as long as they have finished and handed in their paper. I remember how my teacher's used to tell me, "Finished? Check. Checked? Re-check. Re-checked? Is it all correct? If not, check again." Since then I've somehow always felt that I can't hand in the paper until I have fully utilized the time to its maximum. And that brings us back to the beginning of my story of why I am sitting here, alone, hungry and transportless.
Supposed to be studying for my next subject, but instead, I have decided that I need to rest my brain in order to fully focus on studying for the next subject. This is why we are now here, at this point, where I was bored enough to start blogging.
Dear readers (if I have any)
I am truly sorry to inform you that I have not been inspired to blog of anything that may have a small ounce of hope that this post will come across as anything near interesting. I am also truly sorry for my tendency to write long complicated sentences that may make you feel like slapping me when you reach the end of the sentence and discover that I have been bringing you in circles when it actually carries a very simple meaning. For this, I apologise. Sometimes, I even confuse myself. I have a twisted mind. I would also like to inform you that I am utterly bored and am typing down anything that comes to my nyawa-nyawa ikan brain. Therefore, this post could have no direction and will get a bit tiresome after a while. There are no promises for a short post although I have nothing to write about; but in fact I can almost guarantee that it will be a unexplainable long essay with absolutely no significance. With that said, my dear readers, you may stop reading anytime and turn back before it is too late.
Those who have left, I bid you farewell. For those who are with me, as the force was with Luke Skywalker, I would like to exclaim with great courage and might, "Let us now begin our journey!" *not for the faint at heart* Before we begin, please use your imagination when reading this even if it takes all your strength and might to do so. It is vital.
Let me take you into a world where no human has ever been or even dared to look at...
Imagine...
Blue skies filled with fluffy white clouds. A rainbow streaked across the beautiful sky. The sun peeps shyly from behind a single cloud only allowing glimmers or sunlight to reflect in the flowing river below. It was a perfect morning. Too perfect to be true. It was so perfect you could almost see pixies dancing on daisies and freakin' thumberlina for that matter. *those who don't know Thumberlina, shame on u! Disney character* There was bound to be something wrong with that magical scene. Blue skies? They don't exist anymore. Could this all be a dream? A world where skies were raining hail stones as large as meteors would be easier to believe. But standing in the middle of the green pastures, looking around me, trying so hard to find a flaw, I still couldn't believe the beauty. I stated to let this reality sink in and soak in the beauty of it all. When suddenly...
Actually, dear readers, I don't know where I am heading with this. Since I have been distracted by my facebook, my flow of imagination has been turned off and on. Hence, I have lost the inspiration to lead you into this journey. Thank you for kindly reading and being patient with me.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
People you never noticed
Its been super duper long since I touched my blog. But one night I just suddenly got an epiphany to blog again. So here I am again, posting.
Yesterday, I was heading back to Bandar Sunway, where I stay now, from Bukit Jalil. It was my third time taking public transport our wonderful country Malaysia had provided for us, suvillians with no cars. It was a typical hot and sunny evening. The sun shone brightly; humidity as merciless as usual. It was already 5.15 in the evening when I started off my journey from bf's place. It was a nice stroll to Sri Petaling Lrt station, hand in hand with the person I adore so much. Despite the sweat that was dripping from my head to my toes and in between places I shouldn't mention and you readers shouldnt imagine, not forgetting the uneven roads, I would say that I enjoyed the walk. Reached the station, bought tickets and got into the Lrt. Bf had to get of at Bukit Jalil to go to the bus station. Hence, we said our goodbyes as he repeated instructions for the next station to me for the 3rd time. The hardest thing to do is to watch him leave as the electronic doors open and close after him, knowing that it would be another long and tiring week without seeing him. The next stop, I watched as people got off and got on. Each guy having a good stare at my legs before taking their seats. All I could think abour is how stupid I was to wear shorts. The next station and I got off; Bandar Tasik Selatan. The first thing I think to myself is, "Oh my gosh! The line." Hundreds of people at the station, all with the same purpose - getting to the next destination.
I finally get to buy my ticket. This time, KTM to KL sentral. Fortunately, the wait wasn't long compared to other times. Sometimes, the wait for the KTM is so long it can reach an hour. Horrible, I tell you. I get onto the Ktm with no struggle or tug. The train is resonably empty. No seats available, but it was a comfortable stand except for these two indian girls who were sharing the holding pole with me. OMG. One of them keep pressing her bossoms against the pole where my hand was. Then I move my hand. Naturally, touching someone else's bossoms isn't my favourite thing to do. When I move my hand, she holds the same place, her hand just slightly overlapping mine. I move my hand AGAIN, and so does she - right on top of mine. All I could think about is if she was a lesbian. She kept on putting her hands on her friend and leaning close towards her friend who was obviously annoyed. Gah! At everystop I wished so hard that they would get off. The digital voice in the train announced, "Next stop, Midvalley" half the people in the train got off but three times of the people who stepped off, stepped on. The crowd was annoyingly large. You could feel people pushing at you and tugging their way into the train. At that moment, I felt like pushing them all out. Thank goodness the next stop was where I wanted to get off. But somehow the train ride their was painfully long.
Kl sentral, need I say, was filled with all sorts of people. Bought my ticket to my last stop - Setia Jaya. My timing was fortunately perfect. I only needed to wait 5 minutes for the train. At this point, I was sweating. It was hot and crowded. I heard the announcer ask all passengers to line up at the green line. I found the green line with a very vague queue. It was a very good queue for Malaysian standards though. And praise the Lord for ladies couch because when the trian arrived the "queue" meant nothing. Push for your life. Push or get left behind. Being the good Malaysian citizen that I am, I did it the Malaysian way and PUSHED. I barely made it on the train. The doors closed and I saw all the disappointed and frustrated faces that were left behind. In the train, everyone was stuck together... literally. You could feel people breathing down your neck and your face at someone's bossoms. I was sweating like a cow at this point. The body heat that was transmitted was incredibly unbareable. I could see my sweat dripping from the ends of my very messy hair as gravity pulled it to the ground I could not see. I looked up and saw a lady crying. She was fair, dolly-eyed and such a natural beauty who had tears in her eyes and a tissue in her hand. I thought to myself, "What could her story be?" Then I turned my head slightly to the left and I saw another lady, Chinese this time. She seemed uptight. She wore a frown that was so distinctive on her forehead. Someone then coughed on the right of where I was squashed. Everyone seemed to automatically cover their mouths and noses, afraid of the popular spread of H1N1. A girl, texting vigourously at my ears and breathing right down my neck keep letting out sighs of annoyance as if she was too important to be squashed with people beneath her. You may say I am judgemetal but I would classify her as a bitch. She had this look on her face that said she was better than this and everyone should move so that she had space to breathe. With sweat trickling down my neck every nanosecond, I could tell that she didnt like me standing near her with my sweatiness. I did somewhat feel self-conscious about the rate I was perspiring, but I couldnt help it. Its the genes I inherited. The smell of differnt odours all fused together in a cramped up train with absolutely no ventilation. At this point, all you can think about is how much you wish a load of people would get off the train at the next stop. Doors opened and closed and only a person or two stepped off and have three more step in. My smell receptors soon stopped sending signals to my brain and the stench wasn't so bad anymore. Three school girls stepped in at a stop. And, Oh My Goodness. The smell - unbareable. Their voices filled the couch. Loud and inconsiderate it echoed through out the train. Shallow conversation that I could barely take anymore contaminated my brain and thoughts. I started wishing the train would move faster. The journey was such a painfully slow one. I had to stand there for 45 minutes without holding on to anything, only fighting the inertia of the train with my legs. That was the moment where I thanked God for giving me thunder thighs to withstand the jerks. Finally, I got off the train. Another 15 minutes walk to home.
Taking the Lrt and Ktm is pretty rough and tiring. But cheap. Way cheaper than being ripped off by taxi drivers. The ride can be pretty interesting sometimes. Observing people and their facial expressions, everyone has a story to tell and they are all different from yours.
Yesterday, I was heading back to Bandar Sunway, where I stay now, from Bukit Jalil. It was my third time taking public transport our wonderful country Malaysia had provided for us, suvillians with no cars. It was a typical hot and sunny evening. The sun shone brightly; humidity as merciless as usual. It was already 5.15 in the evening when I started off my journey from bf's place. It was a nice stroll to Sri Petaling Lrt station, hand in hand with the person I adore so much. Despite the sweat that was dripping from my head to my toes and in between places I shouldn't mention and you readers shouldnt imagine, not forgetting the uneven roads, I would say that I enjoyed the walk. Reached the station, bought tickets and got into the Lrt. Bf had to get of at Bukit Jalil to go to the bus station. Hence, we said our goodbyes as he repeated instructions for the next station to me for the 3rd time. The hardest thing to do is to watch him leave as the electronic doors open and close after him, knowing that it would be another long and tiring week without seeing him. The next stop, I watched as people got off and got on. Each guy having a good stare at my legs before taking their seats. All I could think abour is how stupid I was to wear shorts. The next station and I got off; Bandar Tasik Selatan. The first thing I think to myself is, "Oh my gosh! The line." Hundreds of people at the station, all with the same purpose - getting to the next destination.
I finally get to buy my ticket. This time, KTM to KL sentral. Fortunately, the wait wasn't long compared to other times. Sometimes, the wait for the KTM is so long it can reach an hour. Horrible, I tell you. I get onto the Ktm with no struggle or tug. The train is resonably empty. No seats available, but it was a comfortable stand except for these two indian girls who were sharing the holding pole with me. OMG. One of them keep pressing her bossoms against the pole where my hand was. Then I move my hand. Naturally, touching someone else's bossoms isn't my favourite thing to do. When I move my hand, she holds the same place, her hand just slightly overlapping mine. I move my hand AGAIN, and so does she - right on top of mine. All I could think about is if she was a lesbian. She kept on putting her hands on her friend and leaning close towards her friend who was obviously annoyed. Gah! At everystop I wished so hard that they would get off. The digital voice in the train announced, "Next stop, Midvalley" half the people in the train got off but three times of the people who stepped off, stepped on. The crowd was annoyingly large. You could feel people pushing at you and tugging their way into the train. At that moment, I felt like pushing them all out. Thank goodness the next stop was where I wanted to get off. But somehow the train ride their was painfully long.
Kl sentral, need I say, was filled with all sorts of people. Bought my ticket to my last stop - Setia Jaya. My timing was fortunately perfect. I only needed to wait 5 minutes for the train. At this point, I was sweating. It was hot and crowded. I heard the announcer ask all passengers to line up at the green line. I found the green line with a very vague queue. It was a very good queue for Malaysian standards though. And praise the Lord for ladies couch because when the trian arrived the "queue" meant nothing. Push for your life. Push or get left behind. Being the good Malaysian citizen that I am, I did it the Malaysian way and PUSHED. I barely made it on the train. The doors closed and I saw all the disappointed and frustrated faces that were left behind. In the train, everyone was stuck together... literally. You could feel people breathing down your neck and your face at someone's bossoms. I was sweating like a cow at this point. The body heat that was transmitted was incredibly unbareable. I could see my sweat dripping from the ends of my very messy hair as gravity pulled it to the ground I could not see. I looked up and saw a lady crying. She was fair, dolly-eyed and such a natural beauty who had tears in her eyes and a tissue in her hand. I thought to myself, "What could her story be?" Then I turned my head slightly to the left and I saw another lady, Chinese this time. She seemed uptight. She wore a frown that was so distinctive on her forehead. Someone then coughed on the right of where I was squashed. Everyone seemed to automatically cover their mouths and noses, afraid of the popular spread of H1N1. A girl, texting vigourously at my ears and breathing right down my neck keep letting out sighs of annoyance as if she was too important to be squashed with people beneath her. You may say I am judgemetal but I would classify her as a bitch. She had this look on her face that said she was better than this and everyone should move so that she had space to breathe. With sweat trickling down my neck every nanosecond, I could tell that she didnt like me standing near her with my sweatiness. I did somewhat feel self-conscious about the rate I was perspiring, but I couldnt help it. Its the genes I inherited. The smell of differnt odours all fused together in a cramped up train with absolutely no ventilation. At this point, all you can think about is how much you wish a load of people would get off the train at the next stop. Doors opened and closed and only a person or two stepped off and have three more step in. My smell receptors soon stopped sending signals to my brain and the stench wasn't so bad anymore. Three school girls stepped in at a stop. And, Oh My Goodness. The smell - unbareable. Their voices filled the couch. Loud and inconsiderate it echoed through out the train. Shallow conversation that I could barely take anymore contaminated my brain and thoughts. I started wishing the train would move faster. The journey was such a painfully slow one. I had to stand there for 45 minutes without holding on to anything, only fighting the inertia of the train with my legs. That was the moment where I thanked God for giving me thunder thighs to withstand the jerks. Finally, I got off the train. Another 15 minutes walk to home.
Taking the Lrt and Ktm is pretty rough and tiring. But cheap. Way cheaper than being ripped off by taxi drivers. The ride can be pretty interesting sometimes. Observing people and their facial expressions, everyone has a story to tell and they are all different from yours.
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