"A Pah!" and the Girl in Red Boots

First and foremost, I would really want to express my regret for not taking my camera along. Nonetheless, as always, you can trust my credibility.

This was one of the best train rides I had so far! Nobody but my bag sat beside me throughout the journey. Spreading my legs wide over the two seats would not be a difficult action to do at all. S Ming said it's always better to buy train ticket a day or two before so that the chances of getting it would be higher. And air-con and automated door functioned extremely well, compared to my last dreadful experience, till I can't believe how professionally the door glided, and the air-con was so fresh that I want to capture it in a plastic bag.

So, CC sent me to the train station. The train was 25 minutes late. I got onto the train and seated down. A Mxlxy family in front of me occupied the four seats. I think the younger daughter of the family, probably at the age of 4, was intentionally dressed like a princess. Instead she turned out to be like a drag queen. You see, giant crimson-red boots which reached her upper thigh matched a pair of bareback dress. When she was sitting, she couldn't even had her legs bend. They were stiff like chocolate bar painted in red. That answered to why me calling her drag queen.

I was laughing at her. Yes, I mean I purposely laughed at her when she looked at me. She kept looking at me. I stared at her. She returned with another fierce stare! 4 year-old girl! I didn't want to be murdered so I better be nice to her. I took out "Food for All" to read. Two chapters but mostly my eyes were on her graceful movement and her singing religious songs in her sexy attire.

An hour later, my stomach growled. I took out curry puff and ate. She was looking at me. I looked back at her, again. Don't know why, usually in this kind of situation I will stick my tongue out and do the "bleh" expression then finish up the food. But this time, I feel sorry for her...maybe I am a little afraid of her killing stare. Just a tiny bit...Alright I was terrified, ok! While I was eating it with my head down, she came closer me, as if she would be pulling out a rifle from her bareback dress that stuffed right into her boots.Thank goodness her father got hold of her before any tragedy takes place.

Now, her story is over. We reached another station, where a mother got up the train with her two children. Their father sent them up the train and went down. As the father waved goodbye, the son suddenly burst out in a loud cry, as if they are parting for the rest of their lives. He pressed against his face right 'into' the window crying: "A~pah!" all the way. His father, wearing a red helmet was happily waving goodbye outside. That small boy continued to cry and his face continued to smash, twist and turn into the perspex, as the train departed. Finally his mother had to take out the most powerful weapon to tame him down.

Once he received a sweet from his mother and also advice from his mother (something like "be good and you will have more"), his attitude changed directly, as obedience as he can be with a sincere reply of "oh.". And the poor father was still waving behind while he enjoyed his sweet as the train whooshed by.

Oh talking about that Indian mother, she was on her handphone talking for umpteen hours! I wonder how many calls she made. The most annoying part was, she was walking back and forth in front of the automated door. I wished the door could have expressed its tiredness of a consistent motion of opening and closing by giving a slap on her face.

Both of them got down at Kay-Elle. I wished they could stay longer to entertain me. Later few women got up the train. The keywords in their conversation were "Angkor Wat, Macau, Australia, Ginseng, salary in Aus currency" and the like. They talked so loud as if trying to announce to the world how rich they are! If only the little drag queen is around to aim the rifle at their brains to shut their mouths.