last weekend

last weekend, i went back to my home sweet home

well, because of some complications (mcq exam that kept changing the time and date plus tiket abih), i decided to use shuttle bus. this is my first try actually, after been 'kelantanese' about 4 years. and luckily, my best friend wanted to help me. he picked me up in jerteh and sent me straight to my door. hehe if you are reading my blog now, i want u to know how SWEET you are dear!

around 3pm, after finishing my 'shooting' training in mcq at medical department, i went straight to pasar segar to catch the bus. i waited around 5mins and there was a bus. FULL loaded with peoples.well, sabar sya.

that bus was so full until i have to sit on the stair. and in front of me, there was a man. thin. dark skin. and he kept singing. first rock kapak and then proceed to hindustan and few songs that i never heard before. i think he sang well. because i could catch the melody. in the middle, he stop singging for a while because he claimed penat. so then, i noticed that he kept looking at me. i just smile.....

then......

man: ngaji lagi ko?

me: a'ah (sambil angguk)

man: ngaji mane?? kolej ke? skoloh teknik ke?

me: kolej

man: huh baguh la, ngaji molek. doh besor kekgi nak jadi ape?

me:?????

man: engineer ke? dr pakar ke?

me: oooo.....x decide lagi

man: saya rasa awak ni sesuai jd bidadari.

me: bidadari?????

man: *he move his right hand like a plane

me: ooooo......pramugari?

man: ho....saya silap. awak sesuai jadi pramugari. tp nak jadi pramugari, kena pandai speaking. bukan bahasa omputih je, bahasa arab, bahasa siam, bahasa bangladesh. pandai x???

me: hehe saya memang nak keja dalam kapal terbang, tp saya nak bawak kapal terbang.

man: heh awak sesuai jd pramugari la

me: *whatever laaaaaa. i think you need to see ophtalmologist.

then, he sang again. sang until we arrived to pasir puteh.

and the other story is,

i've seen 2 old ladies in that bus. standing. i was so kesian when i looked at both of them. but, i have no seat to offer. and at the same time, i've seen two young lady, happily chatting to each other, giggling and playing with the phones. their seats....just beside that two old ladies. looking at that scene, made me feel bad. well, i think someone need extra class about morality.

then, after one by one rang the bell, one of them got a seat.but, it still make me felt sick looking at the youngsters that trying to get the seat without thinking about the elders. around 5km to arrived to pasir puteh, only me and the other old lady that still standing in that bus. then, one school student ring the bell. so it means that there will be one empty seat. i offered that seat to her, but she refused because she claimed that her house just around another 3-4 km. but i insisted her to sit so she sat. because, i dont think i deserve to sit while looking at her, standing. x kesah la umah dia dekat pun.

so, i was the only one that standing in that bus until that woman was droped at one bus stop. and i took her seat.

yes, i admited that i was tired. tired of standing
yes, i sweat like hujan because of the heat
yes, the heat also did cause some trobbing pain in my head
yes, i was sleppy because of lack of sleep
yes, i did smell bad because of the sweat

but, i never have that kind of satisfaction in my heart before by helping that old lady. that feeling was so nice and soothing. and i dont mind if i have to sweat, get migrain and smell bad again just to do the same thing.

p/s: im telling you this story not because i want you to think that im a good, sweet girl, but i want you to learn something. something that we always miss when it happen right in front of our own two eyes.

thank you for reading this loooong post....