The Great Day

Salam.

Okay, so really it wasn't a great day. We went out yesterday, to Masjid Jamek. Of course, to take the car would mean you're engaging yourself in a war, so mum decided to take the public transport. That was the beginning of the so-called 'great day'. When we arrived at the station and bought the token, we went to the platform, and we heard the train. So all the four of us; mum, big brother, younger sister and I ran up the escalator and - without much thinking jumped inside.

So after a few stops, my big brother suddenly whispered to us, "I think we got the wrong train." with an embarrassed smile. Yes, we did. We took the other train. We were sort of baffled for a few seconds but then burst into laugh simultaneously, in the train, full of people who are, by the way, staring at us with weird looks. We acted cool as if nothing happened but the laugh was unhideable. Is there such word?

So, we got off on the next stop and changed platform. When we finally arrived, there were like hundreds of people on that station and I was amazed. Literally. What were these people doing here?! Oh, right, the same reason with us. Did I mention I almost got stuck on the platform because of the swarm of people? I could't literally, find any hole to squeeze myself into to get out. Luckily, I got out. Safe and sound. Well, not really, I was irritated.

Big bro had to go back up Genting Highland so only the 3 of us left. Again, people, people! Lots and lots of people. I guess we had to face the war after all. We buy, buy, buy and we head back to the station. Another war was waiting for us. My little sister had to queue up in a 5 different lines for one machine! I don't understand. Mum and I wait on the other side for her. We waited again for an hour until she was done getting her token. She phoned me and told me, people were cutting the lines in front of her.

I got up, ran to the people and killed them all. With a gun. Just shooting at point blank. Then other people cheered for me. Okay, so I didn't kill those people. I don't even own a gun. But, even if I did shoot those people, why would they cheer for me? Come on.

Then we got into the train, and yes after making sure that it was the right one and head to a restaurant to break our fast. It was a great day wasn't it? Well it would have if I did shoot those people.

IA