After finishing my writing class in Bukit Batok Presbyterian Church which was conducted by Pastor Ayub Yahya, I felt how poor my bahasa Indonesia now. I am afraid in one day I can't speak in Bahasa Indonesia fluently. Currently, I am sure that I have been left behind by the advance of slang words in the youth community. Hopefully, by reading the Indonesian blogs, I will keep on touching with my mother tounge.
MRT will always show how Singaporeans actually be. When we saw the couple of lovers who hug each other (and sometimes kiss each other), or when everyone tends to listen to their iPod, some of them just read, some of them sleep, some read a book or newspaper and many of them didn't talk each other. Mostly shows how this fast pace of life influences their attitude and thinking.
I saw many strange things in the MRT. There was an old man who suddenly got a kind of sickness (it seems like an unconciousness or almost can't walk) and fortunately someone stops the train by pressing a kind of button in that MRT and MRT stops for a while. Another phenomenon that I saw was there was an old woman who talked to herself. I didn't know what happens to her actually. As if she talked to someone. When Pastor Ayub Yahya said that I should write something in MRT, I think I can't do it. I will be dizzy, it seems that I can't do anything in a moving vehicle. It is better for me to see the people aroung. Learning something from them then I will contemplate. Hem...so melancholic.
Thanks God for today.
Tadi makan claypot lagi loh di Banquet, enak ! teringat setahun lalu makan di situ juga untuk pertama kali.
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Gw blom pernah naik kereta api neh. bising ga yah???