I was involved in a Play done by a my Lecturer, I was appointed as a Stage Manager, I live and sleep in SJ and had to travel all the way to KL for about six to seven days I guess; inconveniently I have yet to claim a car of my own, big downer right!...anyways, so to do so: onwards to KL with full hearted support on the simpleton of Malaysia's very own public transport services, what a pain!!!
...all the show just had to end "approximately". Sometime I'm early for the trains and sometimes, upon misfortunate occurrence I would miss them or fortunately enough for the Last Train.
Lingering in my mind with boredom, as my only friend at that time; I started to observe my surroundings and Boredom, being such a very good friend of mind introduce to me the frankness of those people about me and the little drama that played in. A play of themselves in a moment, in this moment in the Last Train.
Practically that one single night, I had noted down about seven dramas about me and all of them had the subject of humanity written on them. It was beautiful.
Coincidence; when I had stood out at my stop, as the Last Train went rushing onwards to different destination I saw credits being rolled upon the windows at the side of that specific train.
And I uttered, How I wish to watch that movie again?
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