On The Train, May 9, 2008

At the rate KTMB being clobbered in the news the last few days I would not be surprise that the management of KTMB are restless now. Maybe some of them are ready to resign. Well, actually no, this is not Japan or Korea when responsibility and accountability are the mainstream culture for them. It would be out of order if we were to find them, I am sure they are, laughing at the news and passing their critiques as nuisance and do not know what they were talking about. As usual I am in a packed Friday evening train home now. I am late actually. Very late considering I still need to pack my things for a long distance journey early tomorrow. Very late also because I am suppose to meet my friends for our reunion meeting.

A group of school girls in their uniform are talking aloud behind me. Well, they are just being young girls. At their age I did the same thing and worse.

On The Train, May 9, 2008

At the rate KTMB being clobbered in the news the last few days I would not be surprise that the management of KTMB are restless now. Maybe some of them are ready to resign. Well, actually no, this is not Japan or Korea when responsibility and accountability are the mainstream culture for them. It would be out of order if we were to find them, I am sure they are, laughing at the news and passing their critiques as nuisance and do not know what they were talking about. As usual I am in a packed Friday evening train home now. I am late actually. Very late considering I still need to pack my things for a long distance journey early tomorrow. Very late also because I am suppose to meet my friends for our reunion meeting.

A group of school girls in their uniform are talking aloud behind me. Well they are just being young girls. At their age I did the same thing and worse. From their conversation they are from middle class family and probably going home to Seremban.

On The Train, April 25, 2008

I was looking outside but saw the things inside. I am not being philosophical but a fact of looking out from a night train home. The darkness outside created a mirror effect on the glass. What I saw was of course the Friday night sardines in a can. Sad face, angry face and tired faces were the order of the day. I, myself, thought was too tired and ready to take a nap home but somehow got enticed by the packed train. Obviously I was looking hard for something to learn from and to find somebody to be the object of my writing. I could not type on my laptop freely as well as I was aware on the others looking over my shoulders.