the FART in the train

intriguing title, isn’t? i was taking random snapshots from my cabin’s train window as we chugged southward along the rail from kuala lumpur, malaysia towards singapore.i was having a pretty delightful time, relishing the panorama outside while guzzling a gargantuan chocolate bar i bought at a duty-free shop in labuan, malaysia.

 my mom and little brother were swamped flopping at their beds and chattering. we bought beds in the lower decks (it was less-quivery, but a bit more costly). my mom summoned me out, so i threw wide the bed curtain and stretched my legs out. she offered me some water so i perched straight up fronting my mom. 

amidst us, was a space for other passengers from every carriage to tread by. you know how a typical train appears like, right? so as we jest and tease around while chugging down the peninsula, folks pass, come and go towards the self-activating doorway. some probably are perking their way for the mess hall, some are most likely off to the restrooms. but there were only few who sashay around the train.

 it was around 10:00 in the evening and we were still restless and conversing, when a mid-aged Indian (asian) man was trooping by. i didn’t really mind him, who cares to bother right? but at the moment he passed near us (dead close!), we all heard a thundering

 PRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!! PRRT! PPRRRT!! PRRRT!!! PRRRRTTTT!!!!!

…. hahaha! i’m not kidding, im dead serious- he really farted. it was the lustiest and most nauseating fart i have ever heard. and to make it more loathsome, his fart just came one foot away from my friggin’ face!!! i really almost gagged. if i were in his position, i would jump off the speeding train- death would sound so much sweeter than being mortified. 

but guess what?! he just carried on promenading like nothing happened. maybe he’s used to giving out a roaring fart in the blatant public- he never really gave a damn. i am not asserting all asian-indians are endowed this repugnant and disgusting behavior, but the man in the train did.

 just thinking about his smug little nasty face makes me wanna barf my stomach- but thinking about the “incident” makes me laugh my guts out… =)

My Heart is Cruising the World

I am a young traveler of this new age. Where buildings and statues fascinates the juvenile mind. Where people and their behavior impresses a kid of interest. Where winds are not the same for the young feet. I am a young traveler who sees miles and miles of majestic scenery.I look at the sky as if I’ve been there before. The young traveler in me, seeks for journey. It seeks for thrills brought by life. It seeks comfort in every place. It seeks new things to understand and to be ignorant of. As I travel the world I become more ignorant of the things I never knew. But as I travel the world, i only not learn but i embrace the facts and culture i begin to know. Now, I can picture the sunset during sunrise. I can count the stars during lunch time. I can be in a world no one has gone to, because I can see the world in a beautiful way no one else could. i became a traveler, inside my room . I became a traveler under the oak tree. I became a traveler on our living room couch. I became a traveler at the corner of our garden. now I am a traveler sitting in the seashore. As I turn each page I travel the world. I will never stop traveling as long as I read.