Why Would I Write

Category: Thoughts

  • Train of Love

    You know you’ve been on the LRT for much too long when you see relationships grow. I started taking the train to work about a year back? Maybe even longer, I don’t remember. When I first started taking the train there was this girl and guy who got one at different stops (one after the other) and they got off at the same stop as me.

    When I first saw them, they weren’t really close. They mostly stood against the wall of the train, engrossed in their story books they would bring. When they got off the train, they would sit/stand next to each other waiting for the bus or taxi. And when they got on the bus/taxi they would sit next to each other, but they would hardly say a word to each other.

    As time passed I saw them talking to each other more. And soon they weren’t reading books anymore, but chatting instead. At this point I stopped taking the LRT for awhile (cos of the landslide, I wasn’t staying at my place in ampang) and drove to work instead. Fast forward to early this year.. I think February/March, when I started taking the train again, I noticed the both of them again. But this time, they were holding hands and cuddling with each other!

    It felt special. It was like watching a little bud bloom into a pretty flower.

  • Go on, get up, get out, don’t even think about it.

    So now I’ve pretty much settled back into my ‘normal’ life at home (with internet), I have time to sit down and write again. Oh its 2.44 am and I should be in bed, but I’m not tired. And it’s been a long time since I’ve written something meaningful and worth reading, and I’m not doing anything productive at the moment, so I might as well start.

    You know, sometimes- no wait, a lot of times the journey to someplace is more fun than when you arrive at the destination itself. Long road trips in cars with friends (and sometimes people that you’ve just met) are some of the most interesting experiences you can have. All sorts of crazy conversation topics come up (i.e. if your dad is dying and the only way for him to survive is for him to fuck you- in the ass, would you save him?), and once in awhile you get random confessions out of the blue (no I’m not typing any here!). But yeah, people come up with pretty much anything just to kill the silence.

    Then you have the smelling game. Once in awhile somebody will smell a fart. And the blame is passed around. Sometimes you’ll smell something good when the windows are open. Sometimes its the smell of rubbish. Fried chicken (why do we always smell KFC?!). Fresh air.

    Then you have people sleeping. Making faces in their sleep, drooling, snoring and muttering to themselves. Suddenly waking up, yelling something and then falling asleep again. Taking photographs of them in funny poses. Waking them up.

    Getting lost on the way. Wrong turns in the middle of the night, with the fuel gauge low and patience wearing thin. Driving with the need to use the toilet. Especially when you just passed the rest stop 10 minutes ago. Ghost stories. Jokes. Reminiscing about the past. Talking about what you’re going to do once you reach there. Spotting weird/stupid bumper stickers and ads. Laughing at rice. Jokes about getting kidnapped and sold as slaves/prostitutes. Singing along to your favorite songs.

    Trips to the airport and sending people off suck though. Especially once you reach the airport, and you send that person off. The holding back of tears, the long goodbyes. And then the long ride back home.

    Somehow it just doesn’t seem so fun anymore.

  • Don’t make this easy, I want you to mean it.. Jasey

    Do you ever notice that when somebody tells you- “don’t think about it”, you almost instantly think about it? Telling someone to not think about something has the opposite effect.

    Do you notice when people tell you to think about something, you rarely do?

    The mind works in funny ways.

    A license to drive is as good as a license to kill. Seriously, sitting behind the wheel of a car, you can decide the fate of other people around you. Inside and outside your car.

    Whoever said our lives were dictated by lines on the road?