the dead man on the train

home finally, yay!!

18 hours earlier:
location: mahallat
che wan: when?
/me: tonite.
che wan: ticket?
/me: on the spot.
che wan: lamo doh ko buak khijo gilo ggini?
/me: rajin doh dulu, hehehe.
after checking out at the mahallat office, my senior suddenly appeared. "eh, amik gambar. mak teh nok."

then i backpacked my hiking bag to the bus stop, and wait. and wait and wait and wait.

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i boarded the train just minutes before it departed. switched on my cd player, read harry loraine's, lilah-lilah in the coache and zzzz.

after dabong station (time: dawn), a friend came and said,"tau doh?"
\me: what?
\he: someone died in my coache.
\me: what?
\he: an old chinese man. heart attack maybe.
\me: inna lillahi.
\he: his body will be boarded off at the next station.
\me: bawak bunga ah. hehehe
the policemen were already waiting at kuala krai station.

then, the journey continued. i arrived at wakaf bharu station about 8 am.
this tiring sleep-disturbing train journey lasted for 12 hours. kematu bontot.

moral of the journey:
1) me and you and everyone else can die anytime, anywhere.
2) walk in the coache to avoid economy-class syndrome.
3) travellers prayer (doa musafir) mudah makbul.
4) ride the bus to get home earlier.
5) how to spell 'koc' eh in english? or gerabak? it's not in the dictionary, well my dictionary.