One thing about going on the public transportation alone is you’ll never know what kind of people you’ll sit with. Or what you might need to endure… I took the mini van to KK today. Half-way down a darkish pakcik (mister) joined us sardines and took the last empty seat next to me. He sat as most men would—very kangkang (legs splayed) as if to make space for a couple of big durians between his limbs. Is that really necessary especially in such narrow space? Ishk. And so I edged nearer to the window and tried to put some distance between him and I. But noooo… he began to sway heavily to my side with every bumps of the road. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes to see if he was aware of my discomfort. And what do you know?? He was also peering at me from the corner of his eyes. Mister Kangkang was doing it on purpose! And so I pretended to reposition the bag on my lap and pushed him away with it. Mister Kangkang responded by kangkang-ing his legs wider and continued to sway obnoxiously. Man, was I tempted to whack him with my books… Luckily he dropped off earlier, before we reach town. And such is what I do in my spare time, recalling every irritating bits of my day…
Hilltop View August 8, 2003
Went for a good hike up the hill behind Tamparuli town last Wednesday evening. My upper thighs are still aching till now… But it was good to sweat and feel the heart beating soooo fast you think you have a struggling pigeon as a heart. And the view up there is not too bad. The residential area is burgeoning south east of SASS campus. Red roofs. Blue roofs. Red roofs. Blue roofs… And from up there, I can see Tamparuli’s rusty roofs. All this years still the sameeeee old town. Not exactly the same but the essence of what you’ve known of it 10 or more years ago is still there. Hmmm… it is good to be home.
