Dirge of KTM

it has been a while since i've written an entry in english...fearing that my english will become 'broken' or rusty, it's better if i can write something once in a while...

"Dirge", which brings forth the meaning of grief element or lamentation...which commonly accompanied during funeral...maybe the word is not the right word to be used in such commotion, as i cannot find any words yet to match my emotion, let's stick to dirge first...

because of the bad train service, we've sacrificed big money to pay for the cab..

yesterday was the worst yet outing i've ever been experiencing... it's not about the friends or the shopping, but the condition of the ancestor of any modern transportations nowadays - the train, owned by the most senior of all train council in malaysia; KTMB (Keretapi Tanah Melayu Berhad)

the morning before the i meet up with my friends, i took the train from the starting point of the rail system which is the seremban station...the train was kind of stranded by the time i arrived there...but everything inside was OK...but i have a kind of intuition that there's going to be a problem...but i never thought it will be the train!

patience is the best virtue..."oh really?"

after the outing ended, i was the 1st person to depart from the gang as my father called me to get my arse over to nilai station in the shortest time...my friends have something more to shop...i started to wait for the train at 7.20pm...i noticed that maybe there's a train to nilai that had just departed before i arrived...

this is the last picture before i departed at 2012 hours sharp...

"the train to seremban has been delayed" or something like that rang through the speaker...i always ask myself why only the train to seremban always get into problems? i maintained my composure while standing for quite a while (there no more bench seat available)...i watched closely the digital clock for the next scheduled time..."oh, only 20 minutes more to wait...okay..."...guess what? the next train and the second next train also have problems..."Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! KTM Fuck!!" screamed my heart...i even watched one pregnant Arab woman walk around restlessly...pity her, fuck KTM...

last night will be my last KTM ride for quite some time...dirge is the right word to label the service from the biggest train service provider in my beloved country...to hell with KTM...i'm fucking off to the US...chiow...i fucking hope that their service will be better by the time i come back...

oh yeah, did i managed to get a seat in the train? fucking NO! all the way to nilai...