Hell Week Part 2

aku tengah layan citer Indon dalam tibi ni...ni seme member aku si sam bikini bottom la punya pasai...eksaited sangat dengan karakter yang bernama Milo..aku kecik-kecik pun tak sebegitu teruja dengan nama Spongebob atau Power Rangers.


Dalam dua minggu ni kehidupan aku dah jadi tak tentu arah...kacau-bilau, bercelaru, diperkotak-katikkan..kalau stakat keje assignment je takpelah..ni tidak..keje2 luar kurikulum, dalam kurikulum, atas kurikulum, kerja-kerja free tak bergaji, semua ada bertimbun-timbun. 


keje punya pasai..bola pun sanggup aku abaikan..cis..rugi betul semalam aku tak tengok manchester united kalahkan si chelshit tu...huh...


aku tak tau laa..malam ni aku harus berjuang demi masa depan lagi..huh pe najis ayat..last-last berfacebook je keje..scene facebook skrang memang dah makin menjadi-jadi..semalam je gua nampak sorg budak ni, pakai tudung gaye hana tajima, mulut muncung., buat peace, posing background depan kubur...siap buat display picture facebook lagi....haih bingke betul...


ok la aku nak sambung layan citer telenovela plak..

Wrong Train!

"The next train leaves at 3.30".

I stood, looking at my aunt and grandmother. The ticket to KL was already in my hand, I got it for a mere 6 bucks. Pretty cheap for an adventure.

"You know," I said to my aunt, "You really don't have to wait till I leave."

There were many reasons to why I said that. First one was because she had an appointment somewhere, and I didn't want her to be late. I also felt like a child with her and Gran waiting with me there. Lastly because I'd feel sad to see them leaving when I get into the train. Funny how it made me feel that way everytime, everytime I see someone leave I have this heavy feeling, this ache in my heart, even though I know, if God wills,  I am going to see them again.

"All right then. Good luck with your adventure."

She gave me a warm hug, and Gran did, too, before we went our separate ways. 

So there I was, alone, dragging luggage, keep checking for my ticket. That's the thing I worry most. Not money, not handphone. I freaked out once in an aerotrain to KLIA, because I thought I lost my passports and boarding pass. It left me traumatised the whole life. And pickpockets are everywhere they said.

Just minutes later the train arrived, and it stopped right in front of me, as if saying, come on board. Maybe a little exaggeration. I hopped in without thinking, and was a little weird on why was the train to KL was almost empty. I don't know what's so exciting about KL that everyone was going there. I mean, knowing KL, I'd want to go as far from the rat race of the city.

"Is this train heading towards Rawang?"

Finally I managed to gather enough courage to ask the guy in front of me. Just to make sure, you know. To my surprise his answer was no. I sort of see it coming, but keep telling myself it was.

"It's heading to Sg. Gadut."

"So it's going other way around?"

"Err..yes."

"Oh dearest. Now what do I do?"

"You can stop at the next station and cross over to the other side of the station."

"Omo, I took the train at the wrong platform, didn't I? Do you think I have to get a new ticket?"

I didn't know why I ask that, for money was the last thing I worry then.

"Nope."

Then I felt relieved. Ummi surely wouldn't be mad for taking the train--I can take the wrong train and go as far as Singapore if I want, so long as it won't cost me a penny.

The guy was very nice, and cute, and I wondered how someone so cute can be so nice. We got down at Senawang, which was the next station south from Seremban. He even showed me where to take the train to KL. That was really nice of him.

So I was alone again, in Senawang this time, the station all deserted and if someone were to come and mug me they would at least leave with a hundred bucks loaded....

And thank goodness I asked! With my really inadequate Geography knowledge, how on earth would I have guessed that Senawang is actually further away to KL than Seremban?

The last 19 days being 19

what a lame topic.


but who cares. In just a bit I'll turn 20, and it'll never be the same again. It won't even feel the same. I wouldn't know it, I wouldn't see it, but I'll feel it when the time comes. 


You know, like how you feel that 19 is so much different than 18. That kind of thang.