haha... another sandwich day... or should i say worst than pancake day... sigh... the problem is never with the KTM but the PUTRALINE... sigh... always so crowded even on normal days... now is the special month, its even worst...

like i have mentioned in my previous blog, nothing is fair in this world now s ppl will do what it takes to get what they want... this is the simplest example... pushing like nobody's business just to get onto the PUTRALINE... dun care who they push, dun care who they hit with their bags, dun care if the PUTRALINE is already full to overflowing... they just cram, push, elbow whoever it is out of the way... c'mon... its not like u have to wait for 1/2 hour for the next train... every train is 4 mins... it wont kill u to wait extra 4 mins... learn to respect others, give way to those who want to get down, n line up...

i had to wait twice to get onto the PUTRALINE... the first round, it was so full, the doors couldn't close... so i backed up to wait for the next train... it took slightly longer than usual cause of the technical problem they were having... so when the PUTRALINE came, OMG... it was full to bursting... sigh... i had to get on it anyway... there was another major push to get on... sigh... i was flattened again... this time between 2 guys on my side... it was so difficult to even stand... lucky a chinese guy made a bit of way for me so i could stand properly... sigh... then there was a delay cause of the technical problem.. i couldn't even move... just had to stand there at the tiny place... finally after nearly 10 or 15 mins, the sound signalling the closure of the doors sounded... when we reached Masjid Jamek, not many ppl got down but more got on... OMG...a guy's bag was stopping the doors from closing... sigh...

relieve washed over me when we reached Masjid Jamek... but i had to go through the push-to-get-out routine... sigh... ppl from almost every direction was pushing to get off... poor me was like a ball between them... that's not all, someone shoved me hard from behind n i crashed into the shoulder of the person in front... i felt a searing pain in my nose...for 1 moment there, i tot my nose HAD broken.. that was 1 way to turn my fire on... i hated ppl messing with my nose... i turned around, n a fat lady was looking at me... i just snapped n kind of shouted 'TOLONG JANGAN TOLAK LAR' she just stared at me... i turned away, massaging my nose... my eyes were watering from the pain...

the crowd at the station was worse than ever... i wonder how Masjid Jamek station accomodated so much ppl... s i walked on, someone tapped me on the shoulder... i turned thinking it was some i knew... surprise surprise ... it was the fella who made way for me to stand on the PUTRALINE... he asked me if i was alright... i replied yeah i m fine... my nose was still stinging at that time... i started to tell him some idiot shoved me from behind, i heard a voice telling me that i was also pushing on the PUTRALINE... irritated n annoyed, i turned n found an around 40+ uncle telling me off... my fire was already on n big, he had to go n push it... i snapped again n kind of shouted s well, 'ppl were pushing from almost every direction, what the hell was i supposed to do?' he kept quiet n walked very quickly out of sight...
so we walked together out the station, gave me his name n disappeared off in the opposite direction... quite a gentleman for 1 so young... well, thats just the surface... what's under the hood we will never know... haha...

so nice to reach JALAN H.LEKIU... the familiar enviroment n was looking forward to uncle's fishballs together with chili sauce... yumm!!!... there i met what's-his-name-again buying something to eat... got back to college, waved at Catherine n Ryan (our consellers) n got to class... n lucky me, class ended at 8 pm... wahaha