THE bum’s hEre

Was eating this huge weird alphabet pasta and yesterdays kuah ikan laksa (t’ganu style) with milk and lil’ tomatoes and black pepper. Ew, but sedap. Then there was a plastic container in front of me with curry puffs n I thought of the last time I’ve had a really good one. You know, the ones that make you go , ‘Eh, sedap giler ah’ and your mouth’ll be too full to say anything else cuz you’ll practically stuff the whole thing up in your face. HAha. So I took the risk and hoped that this particular curry puff that’s going to be chomped n shredded in my laksa-ed cum pasta mouth would be that particular satisfying one.

But no. Boleh tahan lar. At least the filling’s potatoes and not keledek. I don’t like that, it tastes too sweet and the textures rough so it’s like, eew. But, ok lar, nak buat apa. Rezeki kan.

After finally settling my curiosities of battling with foods, my mind flew back to yesterdays incident. Kelakar wei. HAHAHAHAH. I want to laugh thinking bout it You. Will. Never. Guess. What. Happened.

*the most longest, daunting silence u’ve ever heard. imagined*

I MANNED A FREAKIN TRAIN!!!!!!!

Haha! The KTM train, I’m serious! Dead serious *_* THE MOST AWESOMEST THING I’VE EVER DONE. Well, sorta. After a long time. I mean, who the HECk drove a train before? Eh? Eh? (besides the ppl who actually work there lar. Tsk)

San couldn’t believe it. She was silent throughout the whole conversation as I was laughing at the incredulity of it. She thought I wasn’t serious. But yeah, it was just so funny. I find it funny. LOL.

Well it started like this ok. I was on my way back from gym, train’s damn lambat but I’m used to it. I got it the first cabin, or gerabak, whatever u call it and so happened it was my lucky day. Empty. I paced myself to jump and swing around every pole and leave my essence everyway. HAHAH. Well yeah, it’s empty and too tempting lar. You want to feel like the whole train’s yours right.

ANYWAY, just as I was about to swing around the first pole on my right hand side, the door to my extreme right opened. Oh uh. The conductor caught me mid-posed, with my butt slightly above the seat and right hand stretched out, this whole plethora of shiny poles in front of me. Ceh, malu only. But nvm, his mind was obviously somewhere else. He walked towards me and just smiled and check the door on my left. Door no. 4, I still remember. (Of course)

Dang, it’s hard to type with long nails. But nvm. Anyway he kept walking back and forth checking the door and I was getting irritated that heck, the train’s ALREADY slow, it came late, and now he’s taking my time like as if he’s King Kong or something (although he HAS a rather rotund stomach *shrugs*). Then he asked me whether I could ‘tolong’ him and of course me being me, I’m halfway to deaf-zone, repeated, ‘turun?’ and he rolled his eyes and say ‘tolong’, ‘Boleh awak tolong saya tak?’

And I jumped off the seat (cuz of the high-packed energy from dancing in gym) and followed him to the drivers tiny room. It has so many cute lil knobs and there were flashes of tiny red and green thingies, it looks like Christmas. He told me what to do and I actually realized that he’s asking me to control the whole damn train! HAHAHAHAH. Those innocent lives at the back hv got NO IDEA that they just might’ve, might have I tell you, got themselves in the wrong hands tonight. You lucky things, you. *beams*

So he told me what to do, and blah blah blah…he went back to check the poor door no.4 and I was alone in the room. Awesome. The train tracks were bright in front of me and the TRAIN WAS CHUGGING!!!(if, it could chug) UNDER MY HANDS. Haha.

But, you know, he came back. I was slightly elated cuz dang, I was having such a good time man, thinking of the names of my future railway company (Hannah’s railways-deathways, Chug-Chug, TOOT-TOOT) He said thanks, and I was like jumping around like a rabbit that caught it’s cute bob of a tail on fire and said *grinning*, ‘Bestnyer’.

And he said, ‘Duduk sini lar’ as he waved his hand to a chair beside me. I gv a small ‘WOOT!’ and sat down on the chair next too him which was lopsided but takpe, I didn’t care to complain. We talked, he looks like this mid-age man, with glasses and moustache, and had a slight paunch (I told you). I wasn’t worried that he’d rape me or something, cuz he seems decent, and looks decent, and smart ppl don’t rape other ppl. He was taking his masters in Logistics and is interested in psychology too. See San, I can’t be making this up. I’m not creative enough. (Then only she believed me) Tsk.

So finally, when the train reached Klang station I told him thanx and all that crap. But the door behind me just wouldn’t budge an inch. Dang. And started lar, I panicked and all that, started blabbering like a dugong. He said it’s ok and opened the side door. HAH. I felt stupid but was ecsatic. I WENT OUT THROUGH THE CONDUCTORS DOOR! haha. Omg, wait. Ppl might think of other yucky things. EEEEWWWW. Ok, luckily no one saw me going out.

But yeah, I was happy. Twas, a cool night. Gym was also good, super-fun that night. We had regathon, which is like a combination of Latin, Bhangra, Hip Hop and Dangdut. I strutted my stuff. Hell I RAWK! Muahaha!

So this month itself I manned a boat, and a train. And I still suck on the road. I’m waiting for my chance in the flying sector now. *Grins, pops curry puff in mouth*

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