Crap Cramp

It's school holidays.
I reached at the train station about to 8o'clock.
The queue was okay. So I just queuing up the line.
It took me 300mins to get into a train! And it was all cramped.
I stood up facing the glass door. Easier to escape when am reached my station.
Gotch, it was just at Wangsa Maju.
I can't even had space to move. My space was only for me, and my big handbag, and my plastic bag.
Suddenly a makcik struggled to push herself in.
Gotch, now am already stucked.

The train has changed to a tin of sardine look.
It was so cramp. Crap cramping hours!
Finally I reacehed Masjid Jamek.
Imagining a long path to get the Star. I must be all sweating!

Oh, luckily I was. The renovation was all done. The escalator is moving back to get me upwards.
And... waaahhhhhh it is so nice. It looks greater than previously was.
Better look for a transit centre.

Malaysia is so much developed, compared to those old days.




Only that, Malaysia is just too cramped.
Cramp with crap stuffs. Cars, foreign workers....





Foreign workers??? Oh now I have to get back to work!
Shut the keyboard up!