Good day! Pelham is an interesting title for this post. Getting the ‘wantutri’ into action is simply because I am not going to refer to any movies out there. Besides, being under the coconut shell lately prevented me on catching it on the theatres. I heard there’s something about tow-rent-ing the movie. Hmm that might be handy for me.
So Pelham, yes a name of the train. Train, Malaysia and we have ourselves the RapidKL. I personally think that the word Rapid is a bit exaggerating for the train. Poor thing, the name disgraced it more than it contributed/function/works.
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I ride the rapid on a periodical basis. Not rarely but sometimes suits best for it. Mostly on the rush hours I am lucky enough to find a seat as the station I boarded is close to the end of the train line. The usual stuff happens, plug in my IEM and begin my monk posture (head tilt down gazing towards Shangri-La). Men moving in and out, swish swoosh, and the lady voice announcing the station’s names are the routine phenomena. Some are ninjas nowadays, with a white theme and some are secret agents with huge shades (I still prefer Mr. Smith from The Matrix though).
Being a young lad, I am not intending to warm my seat for long and I am very adamant about it. I keep a close eye to any old chap or gramps that deserve my seat. Sadly there’s none. There’s only a ninja besides me and one agent directly in front of me. She’s pretending to read a book and I am only enjoying the ecstasy of my music (I’m no Mr. Anderson!) I also sense a lady giving scornful looks at me. Perhaps it’s for the seat or my rudeness. Who cares, I’m in Shangri-la anyway.
Unfortunately I miss my chance for being an angel that day. Hell does bring the devil out of me every time I step out from the Pelham wantutri.
p/s: I might overlooked that day, Jim Carey maybe lurking somewhere, masked as a ninja or maybe hiding under the agent’s shades. Hehe.