i always take the lrt to work.

and sometimes it can be excruciatingly boring, and sometimes i'm ecstatic when i
enter. it's a volatile feeling, to be honest.

like or not, i have to admit, it's an effective means of transportation in kl.

i'd like to relate my journey to one of RHCP's song, 'Tearjerker'. when i first heard it,
i thought it was about a girl anthony kiedis had a crush on.

it turns out, after i read his biography, 'scar tissue', that the subject matter was
none other than kurt cobain. it made sense afterwards.

i always think of myself as a poet (a bad one, at least) and sometimes i'd tend to be
poetic (as poets do), but to be honest, it's not as beautiful as the listeners would
expect it to be.

so here's my attempt at chronicling my journey everyday to work.

it has no title yet, so i named it 'tits on the radio'. you heard me right.

tits on the radio
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the sky's still dark
as i park my car in tmn jaya
i activate the alarm
and i raise the wiper blades

it's 7.26am as i buy the ticket
maybe i can catch the 7.32 train
or 7.34, or later
if i stop to buy some breakfast

it's gonna be a long journey
wether i like it or not
it's going to have ten stops
and 20 minutes travel time

sometimes it helps to sing a song in my mind
sometimes the odour shakes the bejesus out of me
i should be getting an ipod shuffle
but it's cheaper to stare at cute girls

they are cute, yes they are cute and perhaps
i should be calling them 'the cuteness'
but there's this cute benggali girl
who's as sorrow as can be

she's at CM stop, staring into nothingness
every morning 7.45am, mondays to fridays
it seemed the world around her doesn't exist
and she couldn't move, she's keeeping the posture

she's only one of the persons i keep track of
there's more of them, and it keeps adding
and there's this couple from UNIVERSITI stop
a tragic mismatch, if my opinion counted at all

she's a beauty, and he's a beast
perhaps i'm a bigger beast
it could help if i was not so shallow
but then, i'd still be selfish

the journey to work is fascinating
it's followed by the walk thru SURIA
at near 8am, you will see many things
by noon it gets much more

i look forward to getting back as
as i could stare and stare
a pervert stares, you might say
but we're all pervs deep inside, aren't we?

it's not staring, but merely watching
all of God's beautiful creatures
name it european chicks, malay chicks
anyone that catches my fancy

once i met this girl, wearing an indian dress
and had fair skin that boggled me
she's not your typical indian
so unique it made me smitten

i also met some sexy girls
sexy till the point of obscene
but i dare not elaborate here
for it would be very ungentlemanly

some i fancy, some i fantasize
some i thought about for some time
some i fell in love with on the way to and fro work
but i'm not prepared to be heartbroken by the time i leave the train