Train..

Taking the public transport is never boring.

Yesterday, I got to meet the lady with moustache and beard.

2 days ago, I eavesdropped a very interesting conversation about Malaysia's politics. I like eavesdropping.

Last week, there was this guy who couldn't stand still. He kept moving around. I think he's a bit not right up there. He had his lighter in his hand and kept on clicking the lighter at people's hand. Oh yes, the writer was one of the victims. He talked to himself all the way in the train. Scary because I was just a few feet away from him.

Sometimes, I got to meet couples who couldn't care less caressing each other in front of other passengers.

And everyday, I'll meet the usual people. We are a bunch of people who took the same gerabak at the usual time everyday.

I still have difficulties to differentiate between the obese and the pregnant lady. Asking the "Are you pregnant" question is like a time bomb. She may be just fat but I assumed she's pregnant and wanted to give her my seat. I'm always in a dilemma.

For the first time in my life, I'm glad that my own tummy is like I'm in trimester 1 going to 2. Whenever I can't decide whether she's pregnant or not, I just leaned back on my seat and put my hand on my tummy like those pregnant mothers always do.

I'm superbad....