Train made Interesting

The people I've met so far on the train, whom in their own ways have at least stopped me from dozing off and missing my stop :

A refugee from Sri Lanka that i tried so very hard to speak in Tamil to and DID, and learnt quite a lot from. I bet he was secretly wishing he never asked me how much a cab to Bangi would cost cause i wanted to know so much but just had all the trouble in the world finding words in Tamil to relay...i ended up making really lame gestures and signals and got the message across. He had a very different Tamil slang but i understood it almost perfectly =) HATERS: BOO!

A TNB/Telekom guy that had this weird habit of taking off his shoes and putting his feet (with socks!) on the seat in front of us. I learnt how the telekom business was blossoming and nothing comes without hard work. The weird thing was, that he didn't move to the vacant seat but instead placed his bag there. Most people would move, cause you'd rather have no one beside you for the added space, but maybe it was a blessing in disguise? To imagine his feet next to me? Eeekk!! He shook my hand before i got down in Kajang, (a first!)

A young boy from Kedah? that just could not stop talking, or just wouldn't! And admitted it to everyone on the train when he spoke so loudly about where he's from and that he's not shy to speak to girls and made that very clear in asking this one particular attractive Malay girl where she worked and how she gets there and what she does and woahh a whole lot more of question ...bordering on STALKER type questions! But the whole coach, no one slept! i noticed! He was so loud , i could hear him over Led Zeppelin , and that's a rarity! But good for him, for being so secure with the amplitude and the convictions of his questions! I don't think he was a stalker, just a VERY curious traveller....first time in KL!

A law student that was headed to Nilai, that said "you don't look like a UKM student" when she correctly guessed where i was headed! As if UKM students don't wear shorts? lol, but it made a good story for a couple of months. She offered me tissue paper, and to the new mother that was running out of it for her VERY drool-ly kid! We kept gushing over the cute kid and then talking universities and studies.

Oh and all the long-lost friends I've met! YAY! I've met people I've not seen since primary school sometimes! And people I've seen way too often, hehe..the KTM is a good good way to keep in touch.

And riding the 7.21am train everyday naturally makes some people more recognisable than the rest. Like there's this one guy that always wears a grey long sleeved shirt with black pants, always with his white pair of ear phones. His shirt might be a dark blue on some days, i only remember the grey though. He must be a hard worker, cause he looks absolutely exhausted every time he gets into the train.

Then there's the aunty that's always trying to find the right place to stand so she's right in front of the door. And always in a conundrum when the express train comes first. Seem to always think that the KTM people are going to change the stops and on some days its not going to stop at Sentral.

ohh and that guy that seemed to be annoyed at every girl he looked at. something against us higher beings i suppose. Or just broken hearted.

More to come I'm sure...and i cant wait!