I just saw a message, sort of like inviting me to a birthday function, come sept 7, which is like next week.

Then I saw who sent it to me. It was a friend of old. Back from the high school days. Asking me to join some sort of a surprise party for another friend of mine. Then I wondered.

Should I go?

Usually anyone in my place would say yes because, one, it is near my house and two, it is for a friend.

Why I started with "usually" ? It is because I am going to reject the offer.

One, I am having plans to visit my ultra-close friend in Subang Jaya as she is returning to Russia for her medical studies and will not be back in a year.
Two, I don’t actually think that my friends here would even give a damn whether I am there or not. To them, it doesn’t make ANY difference. I am just an extra, a lamp post, statue or whatever metaphorical term used to describe someone’s purpose there is to just watch and be ignored.

There or not, I would not be even close to being on anyone’s radar here in Seremban. Truth is, I am already sick the way they’re treating me which is like the BN towards this country. Now when they even read this, they will start to pay no attention to me because I "defaced" them.

You see, I am a hypocrite. And everyone is even if they don’t admit it. I am no saint. Neither are they. I admit, I cannot keep track of all my friends due to communication constraints. And sometimes, I tend to forget because I don’t just have two or three friends in this life, no. I have many. And as we move on, we forget the old and bring in the new. I try my best not to be one although I maybe already in that region.

I am not even there, fine. I don’t have a licence to travel, fine. I need my parents’ permission to travel, fine. I don’t have much freedom, fine. I am not rich or loaded, fine. I don’t have popular, upper class friends, fine.

But after all that, they have yet to understand. I am not like them. I don’t have their freedom. I don’t have their money. And I don’t have their parents. And I don’t have fancy cars or motorcycles or fancy hairdo and tattoos and earrings. And no expensive education either.

And I don’t care.

But do they? I don’t know.

I have already retreated to the shadows of their mind. I am just waiting my presence there to be rendered to dust and hopefully, swept away by time.

Alright, call me negative but, such is reality. I don’t get what I want. And nothing just seem to happen the way you want it to.

Even after all this, I may even receive a "Really? You can’t make it? Some other time then… *beep* *beep* "

Signing off with a no to the invitation (If they ever read this). I’ll probably tell them myself.

Have you ever get stuck in a city, helpless? While carrying two bags of luggage and walking around aimlessly?
Technically, I am describing what pretty much happened to me two days ago. I was a prisoner in KL, or fondly known as Kuala Lumpur.
No, not the Alcatraz or Azkaban or even Penjara Pudu kind of prison. It was just a metaphorical term.
Back to what happened.
I was going off to my class as usual on a rather dark Friday morning, by using the train from Asia Jaya. 6.54am, if i remember correctly. Of course, I planned for that very day to return back to Seremban via the KTM commuter trains, after I am done with my classes at around 10am. And I promised a couple of friends of mine in Subang Jaya that we would return to Seremban together, with us meeting at the KL Sentral station.
Well, I carried a couple of bags with me. Nothing much, but it is enough to make me look like someone is on his way home. Queer thing in the morning.. isn’t it? I got a couple of passengers looking at me curiously while wondering what on earth that this guy is traveling a heck early in the morning.
So to say, my train ride was uneventful, save for me standing throughout the entire journey to Ampang Park station. All of a sudden while in the train, I received an message on the phone from from the class representative, saying, that there aren’t any classes in the morning. Let me ask you at this point, how would you feel when placed in my situation? And I checked my wallet feverishly after reading the message, checking for money. I had only RM5 left for expenditure.
Cursing the class rep silently, I stopped at the Ampang Park station to find an ATM to get some cash for breakfast (I haven’t had any). I checked the time. It was already 7.10am by the time I was walking to the ATM. I slotted in my Bank Islam card and input the PIN. Guess what, it REJECTED my card, saying my PIN isn’t correct. I was surprised and frustrated at the time and after several failed tries I took out the card and put in my CIMB account card. The machine blatantly CANCELLED my transaction, for no reason.
At that point in time, I felt completely helpless. No money, carrying the luggage. I felt like a prisoner in the heartland of KL. Fuming, I walked my way up to the taxi and bus stop. Then i was wandering aimlessly, don’t know where to go. Then I checked my watch again, it was already 7.30am. I decided to go to Damai and camp out for a train that heads to KL Sentral. Using my Touch ‘n’ Go card I went and waited, luggage in hand. I looked ridiculous, honestly.
I promptly took the train and it headed off to Damai. As i was getting ready to leave, I then saw the throngs of people waiting for the train going to KL Sentral. And that moment I saw the train came with it jam packed of passengers. I dropped my bag I hoped that at the Wangsa Maju station (which is a couple of stations after Damai) I might catch a less loaded carriage. Then it was already nearing 8am.
Guess what when I reached there. People are practically LINING up for the train. I am serious. Like KFC or McDonald’s during lunchtime. That very image snuffed out whatever I planned. I shook my head, went down the stairs and found an ATM. I was afraid my Bank Islam (that’s my study loan account) card was truly hacked, so I used my savings account, CIMB account. To my surprise, I could use it without hassle and took out RM50. Then, out of curiosity, I tried my Bank Islam card. When I inputted my PIN, surprisingly, I could withdraw cash. Cursing my luck, i removed the card and walked my way to a nearby mamak stall.
Had my breakfast there and met a couple of my friends on their way to class. Nothing much to tell here. I camped out at the mamak stall until 10am, resplendent with my luggage bags, before taking the LRT to KL Sentral to meet up with my  travel partners.
So, nice story eh, although it is a bit long..
I learned to never take things for granted and, KL is a pretty UNPREDICTABLE place.

Yup, I called a couple of girls which are in Kampar, walking to the KTM station, and ended up boarding the line headed to Port Klang instead of Seremban, my hometown.

Usually ah.. this does not happen to me. I mean, first time only happen you know? Ok la, u might think I am stupid because I talk talk and then take wrong train. But you see ah.. the people I talk to that day really make my brain already nyawa nyawa ikan. Yah, half dead and cannot think properly ady. Nearly got hit by motorcycle some more. Haizzz

I mean, the girls I talk to that day was full blown crazy leh.. u know? I balik balik kena kutuk onli by both of them.. when one talk to me, the other say she flirting. And the talking to me one say that my darling there disturbing me. And better yet lar, they ask me to come to Kampar within one hour. I tell you ah.. I never think that what kind of car or motor I can use in the middle of KL can get me to Kampar in an hour. Hello, 200KM away la tat place..

The talk talk talk.. until I go to station and then enter wrong keretapi. After close door onli I realized i take d wrong train.. cheh..

Lucky la I stop at d first stop.. If I tak sedar already I ended up staying donno where la.

Haizzzz never talk to siao char bo galz when taking public transport.. TQ