The KTM Series #14: Scattered

Today the KTM air conditioning smelled like freshly cooked McD fries sprinkled in salt and left to soak in its oily goodness in bright red containers. All of that together? Yes, all of that together.

The display screen also shocked me when it read “Next to: Batu Caves”, which is the opposite direction I was heading to: Klang.

batu caves in one stop wow
batu caves in one stop wow

Other than that, this office boy with nice wavy hair – side part – was holding on the leather handle with left hand, his phone with his right, and a black laptop supported in his armpit.

It really smelled like fries
It really smelled like fries

At one point, a lady asked the woman in front of her where the train was heading to. I immediately told her it was Klang, and shared with her my initial concerns. It was a bit funny because she couldn’t believe me at first. She was only relieved only after I pointed out we were at Petaling.

But back to the question at hand: why does this guy have a black 13′ MacBook without any cover or bag protecting it? Is he not scared that the rain has no qualms about destroying it?

Random fact: it is the first time it rained on my way back to Shah Alam – a nice drizzle to cool the afternoon’s heat on the ground.

Sometimes the train shakes so much because it travels so fast I worry that we will be derailed. Nothing good, I am sure, will come from that. I had planned in my mind previously what I would do.

If the train was about to fall to the left, grab the right railing; fall to the right, left railing; use the middle railing for support of my legs. However, this is without taking into account the bodies that will be thrown against me if the train is rocks so much it derails. In order to consider the effects I would have to discriminate all commuters into two categories: average, and fucking heavy.

I have not devised a way to soften the impact of their bodies against me but to just pray for my fucking life if the train is derailed.

Another random observation: over the past 10 weeks I realized that a lot of foreigners (and by this I mean Bangladeshis, Burmese, and other lowly paid worker) get on and off at Seri Setia/Setia Jaya.

I just passed the Subang Lake.

I want to join the picnic party on the ladies’ coach and sit down on deceivingly clean looking floors to hang out with the girls, but my mate on the right doesn’t want to sit down; I won’t as well.

invitations: women only
invitations: women only

Is it me or are the trains getting quicker lately, arriving the stations on time? This is impressive! I wonder how many people realised this. Maybe I should design and carry out surveys. That would be neato potato.

What the hell did I just say.

Extremely short

  1. Have I been too quiet?
  2. While people were at the rally, I was teaching kids. I am definitely going for the next one.
  3. Coffee at 2 p.m. = Sleep at 4 a.m.
  4. This Merdeka Day I would like to inform my peers on equality among races.
  5. I was away. When I came back, I realised I missed my parents so much. I love them.
  6. Julien the new intern seems very enthusiastic; Joseph, however, has been MIA.
  7. When you’re free to do everything, you can pretty much find out what you really like doing. Destiny.
  8. These two remind me of a bond: far away from each other, they still sync.
  9. My ambitions change so often, but some find their way back to me. I am close.
  10. The colder your surroundings, the more moisture your pores will secrete, making it “oily”/glittery.
  11. Falling can mean two things: it will hurt; it cannot be stopped. Love is stupid.
  12. Covering the Mac’s front camera immediately dims the screen.
  13. Space is good; everyone needs time for themselves.
  14. I really should not have taken that Mocha at 2 p.m.
  15. I am tired, but not tired enough to stop watching YouTube videos; I need to sleep soon, but I cannot.
  16. When I was away, I lost myself; I found my way.

The KTM Series #13: Sardine

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even A|X is so stressed out

Today I dashed down the stairs because the train was waiting impatiently for me. I jumped in and felt like I was in a can of sardines, but that made stalking much easier, though it reminded me of the time in the Tube (London Underground) where I did exactly the same and a woman looked at me defiantly and muttered ‘Are you serious?’ to which I looked at her shamelessly ‘Yes I am serious’. Piece of shit.

In front of me there was a man in tourist clothes who was swiping his finger in circular motions to write Chinese characters on his phone. On his left a man was engaged with theedgemarkets.com. I am really proud of how the news company is pulling through with their effort to sustain the business despite their license being suspended.

RM30 for 3 months sounds like a really good deal, knowing one issue on paper was RM5 a week. The ‘State of the Nation’ intrigued me the most, and I remembered suddenly how reading financial news and all things finance made up bulk of the things I did in OCBC last summer. Andrew really taught me so much, and so did Bowie; I wonder how they are doing now.

Further in front of me, there was a Japanese who did not know how to shut up amid the silence when he never shied away from sending voice messages. Many pairs of eyes were on him, I noticed.

On my left there was a Sikh man in business attire and he was very attentive to a book. The only words I could remember were ‘Dreams’ and ‘Loss of a Love’ – I guessed that it was a self-help book for people going through divorces, and immediately felt sad for him.

I realised that an easy way to describe people now is by using the lanyards they were wearing too. For example, E&Y was just cockstaring at something while mckl.com.my was staring at something on the floor. I will apply them more frequently now.

In pictures: week ending 23/8

from the Gen Y roundtable
from the Gen Y roundtable
sohais are us
sohais are us
reunion
reunion
my cousins are really smart and mature btw
my cousins are really smart and mature btw
"I don't want to make my parents worried" followed by a long confused stare from gabriel
“I don’t want to make my parents worried” followed by a long confused stare from gabriel
bukit bintanggggggg
bukit bintanggggggg
loving the book covers on the right. that's Cyberpunk: Malaysia
loving the book covers on the right. that’s Cyberpunk: Malaysia
gender role reversal
gender role reversal
pun chun is chun
pun chun is chun
in one month I finished half. now I don't feel like finishing the other half sigh
in one month I finished half. now I don’t feel like finishing the other half sigh
gabriel's farewell with the interns. he's such a bro to me I will miss him
gabriel’s farewell with the interns. he’s such a bro to me I will miss him
the view from the 29th floor of gabriel's accommodation
the view from the 29th floor of gabriel’s accommodation
thanks for the invite prashy. always nice meeting up with the leeds gang
thanks for the invite prashy. always nice meeting up with the leeds gang

Kuching in photos and lazy captions part 1

belacan stingray wtf damn nice with the lime
belacan stingray wtf damn nice with the lime
introducing sio bee, siu mai's cousin who tastes less meaty and more vegetarian meaty
introducing sio bee, siu mai’s cousin who tastes less meaty and more vegetarian meaty
I think this was kolo mee, I THINK. this was 5/10
I think this was kolo mee, I THINK. this was 5/10. No la on second thought kampua. James doesn’t like this dish for some reason. What’s wrong with you
laksa. 4/10
laksa. 4/10
some drink that reminded me of that sweet sour chewy thing people buy in primary school
some drink that reminded me of that sweet sour chewy thing people buy in primary school
this is where derrick used to ponteng school as vice head prefect to get his kolo mee. With the narrative, it tasted fucking awesome. 8/10!! 2 minute walk from Lodge LOOOOOL
this is where derrick used to ponteng school as vice head prefect to get his kolo mee. With the narrative, it tasted fucking awesome. 8/10!! 2 minute walk from Lodge LOOOOOL
this was breakfast no.1 out of 4 breakfasts that morning. Green noodles. No idea what they're called, but bloody cheap, like most hawker stall food in Kuching
this was breakfast no.1 out of 4 breakfasts that morning. Green noodles. No idea what they’re called, but bloody cheap, like most hawker stall food in Kuching
Karen, James, and Derrick. Really cool hangout place along Carpenter Street. Kills any type of hipster cafe KL tries to set up.
Karen, James, and Derrick. Really cool hangout place along Carpenter Street. Kills any type of hipster cafe KL tries to set up.
this is one badass mf o-chien. was so damn crispy I just can't
this is one badass mf o-chien. was so damn crispy I just can’t
I heard this as money-chai. The restaurant deep fried the veg and it felt as though I was eating thinner crispier seaweed
I heard this as money-chai. The restaurant deep fried the veg and it felt as though I was eating thinner crispier seaweed
sup buddha
sup buddha
the green stuff is pandan, orange stuff is from gula melaka.
the green stuff is pandan, orange stuff is from gula melaka.
while waiting for Shannon, we saw this guard. Derrick and I were like, wow, there's a guard
while waiting for Shannon, we saw this guard. Derrick and I were like, wow, there’s a guard
forgot where this was but night drives are always nice to document
forgot where this was but night drives are always nice to document

The KTM Series #12: Fixated

antsy
antsy

Shah Alam. 

This man is just looking at the station diagram. Bandage on his right hand, phone on his left. He’s still looking up, staring at it, occasionally typing something in his phone.

After a while he went back to sit.

Normally at this time, I would be on the way back from Sentral instead of heading towards it; it is a very strange feeling. Instead of being almost full, the train is almost empty. Everyone is quiet and I can only hear the creaks of the wheels against the tracks below me. It is so boring, like studying for a resit on your birthday.

Batu Tiga.

It felt like fucking ages to reach this station. My life feels like stale bread waiting to be turned into crumbs: unfit for its full potential. Have I told you how much I hate studying? I get …

Wait.

The same man is still looking up at the diagram from his seat. He seems fixated, as though waiting for his destiny to take its place at the station he is supposed to get off. His arms crossed, he rests his head on the wall on his left. Now he’s looking at his phone again. Hah, what are the odds that he is writing about me, writing about him. Funny.

You see, exams bore me; it saps the life out of life – its color, its variety, its wonders. But I know it’s an essential thing that students nowadays cannot do away with, because most employers cannot identify if someone is suited for a job other than reassuring themselves with pompous paper qualification and sugarcoated work experiences. Also, this is for all you employers out there: do not hire graduates if you do not want to trust them with responsibilities.

Setia Jaya.

This is taking ages. At least there’s more people on board, more life. Or less life, depending on who they are. That I am not sure of.

Angkasapuri.

Wow that was fast. This man is obviously nervous. I wonder if he’s going to sprint out the doors when we arrive at Sentral. There was never a minute he did not look at the LED diagram above the doors.

“Next station, KL Sentral.”

A little part of me is hoping Najib is there again. That would make my life a little more interesting. I know, why Najib though? You see, for something to be interesting it can be both good or bad. Najib is on the extreme end of one of these qualities.

His eyes are locked on the diagram again. He took off his bandage and inserted it into his pocket. I wonder what he is hiding from this person he is meeting. One second he’s cross-armed; the other, he’s playing with his fingers. The anxiety is overspilling. Train just shook left and right; it’s not normal. The train must be nervous too.

The doors opened and I walked up the stairs. He is nowhere in sight; I wonder what he is up to.

the week has been quite eventful

pre-blackout
pre-blackout
before the lightning struck
before the lightning struck
after it struck
after it struck
shah alam ktm at too-early-in-the-morning a.m.
shah alam ktm at too-early-in-the-morning a.m.
from left to right: tan sri ramon, MB Yeo Bee Yin, YS, and uh forgot Ivanpal is it
from left to right: tan sri ramon, MB Yeo Bee Yin, YS, and uh forgot Ivanpal is it
everyday you talk to me about white girls
everyday you talk to me about white girls
MB Yeo in the middle with the CPPS team. Super happy to be part of CPPS.
MB Yeo in the middle with the CPPS team. Super happy to be part of CPPS.
E.T
E.T, while trying to look as if I was a speaker
clarity and closure
clarity and closure
gamuda walk
gamuda walk