I felt I was back home in Raub when I stepped out into a cold foggy morning this morning. I thought it was just foggy within our housing area but it was the same all the way and at the Bangi station. Suddenly I was nostalgic as well as feeling creepy looking at the surrounding. I took a few shots of the place with my handphone. As if the atmosphere is accompanying the last few pages of The Bourne Sanction’s dark ending that I was finishing.
I finished the book at Bandar Tasek Selatan and debated whether I should boot up my laptop or just stared outside. I tried to close my eyes but I was awake.
It is already 9th Syawal today but I am still have not started on my round.
During Ramadhan the Komuter service had improved a little and I was glad. In fact I praised them but now I realize it was just an illusion. An illusion to the level of David Copperfield. Since I boarded to work after my Eid holiday the services had been horrendous. Today I had to wait until almost 2000 to get a ride home. I am pretty sure by now KTMB if fully equip to go on the road and possibly could make more money doing magic shows.