My mornings...

Nowadays living life is like living in battle fields.. Endless gunshots, swords fighting, fist fighting etc etc.. Winners or loser all are greatly wounded..

Now lets take it to life here..1st battle fighting with all will power to get up and end up spraying my ankle..OUCH!! Next and probably the most bloody battle field (well for me la..for now) getting into the ktm. Huiyoh!!! Damn hard!! All the people pushing u until once I experienced I was literally lifted up and pushed into the train. No kidding (I’m not that heavy mah), and free free get yelled by a 'lady' (yalah should we call a lady lady when she freely shouting u in public???) and being accused of trying to get into the train when u can't help but being pushed into the train..what battle..

But all of these time i would imagine the faces of all the passengers was like all of the ancient warriors (hehehe) trying to get a piece of land or treasures (hahaha).. With all the scars and blood and the sweat while in real life all wearing lovely2, perfume and all that (HAHAHAHHA).. hehehe that's why i can still smile even I was squash between two large guys with ehem own aroma of morning breath..

Yeah.. What mornings i often have.. I would really love to drive to work but with all the oil’s price drama, it's really getting into my nerves even if i am not paying for them (yet), I would rather spend 1 hour of my morning battling for the train.. Yeah 1 hour.. Thanks to the irregular train schedule and the 'warriors'.. But thanks for my wild imagination, my morning life is getting less battles scars..