it was the only house lighted in the town the night, i was jumping in joyful completing my assignment of the semester. i took the car key and drove all the way to another town to return a book, not a story book though. i completed all the demanding tasks and was finally sat down to slowly wait for tomorrow.
sometimes i rather get busy, it keeps me from thinking a lot. especially when i'm at fault. exactly like now, i could think as hell lot of things and feel extremely guilty about them. i'm this hopeless. there are moments i regard them as worst time to be unoccupied. that is, 1-6 a.m. and TRAIN RIDES.
tell me you never get emo when taking public transport alone, and i will not believe!
couples of days ago, i had challenged this long-moving-at-high-speed-thing-called-L-R-T again after so long. on my way home leaving KLCC, my attention was chop-chop drawn towards this old man who just got separated with his wife. it was not that crowded that time but the door just shut right at the moment the old man entered without his wife.
i hold on to a pole and secretly feeling guilty. by standing nearest to the door, i should have squeeze into the LRT with my best effort instead of trying to portray myself as a tolerant Malaysian who slowly board on the train.(because i want to let people come out first!)the door eventually close not long after all the passengers were out from the train. this certainly doesn't works as there are equal numbers of people need to get off as well as board on the train. so if i were a step quicker, the wife might not need to be separated. the more i thought, the more i felt myself hak yan zang!
after all, the old man could still meet his wife at their destination but i was just that unoccupied to think about all these for perfect 9 stations.