Turn to the left, I see a father having a hard time to calm his child down from the constant pushing and tugging coming from the other passengers that just bulls in the train whenever it stops. He sure looks like one who takes no for vulgar words when he's with his kid. So, you can imagine him lifting his kid up to sit him on a higher area, then turns around to find anyone looking at him, so that he could lip him the F word.
As the train continued trotting along, a foreigner standing in front of us starts to slip his hand into his pocket. That's when I start to move backwards. Oh come on, it's okay to be paranoid at times... After all, it's my first time taking the KTM. And it shall be my last. Anyway, so yeah, he dug out his handkerchief instead and wiped the sweat of his face. And that's when I realize I'm also dripping from everywhere even from the under. Man... I swear that it was at least 30 degrees in there. I tried to face up and breathe in more air, but it seemed like it feels just the same as looking straight. Damn am I short. Gah...
Anyway, well, I left Loo Loo's place at 1pm. I had to go to Subang Parade. So, the plan was to take KTM straight to that place. But instead, I stopped at Mid Valley's station, along with Yi Zen, Ming Yong, Tat Ho, Phang Hoong and one more of their friend. Took a bus to Subang Parade instead. Oh, and the story always goes that, in public transports, there will always be foul odors coming out from those pits... I thought I was lucky enough to not have come experienced in on the train. BUT!After half an hour of waiting at the bus stop for either 67 or a 13. Finally, a 13 came and I was relieved. Went up there and stood right behind this black dude with his left arm up on the bar above. Gosh, so that's what they meant. =.=
~Enjoy~
Tart
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