The Hills have eyes, and the trains have crappy doors.

The sleep was uneasy. So many nights snuggled comfortably under the blankets of my top, cozy bunk, I had already forgotten the feeling of sharing a bed with my brother. Not to mention that I had grown so much in size (fatter and taller, though only a little tall). Everything familiar was there; the blankets caught under my brother, my rolling to the center of the bed due to the bent mattress, the inability to turn to any position I’m comfortable with. Include the weird noises screeching from the top bunk (yes, screeching) and the sudden and unnerving sleep-talk from my brother (“What Jeff bluah bla Zzzz…” “I can’t believe mmmhmm mumble mumble..”), it was particularly difficult to even relax the mind.

Picture yourself trying to sleep in a cramped coffin under creaking cogs at work with a ghost spouting incoherent and incomprehensible lines every now and then.

Throughout the night I was caught in a sleep that doesn’t feel like a sleep at all, as if the same dream or situation kept occurring again and again and all I could do is either lean left or right and feel discomfort from both. But I have a guest; my cousin brother whom I invited to stay during his 10 day break from college, and I gave him my bunk and shared with my brother. So I shan’t be complaining. Whack me if I do.

I took Ivan to watch The Hills Have Eyes at Mid Valley, which turned out to be a flawed but somehow worthwhile watch (a review, possibly, sometime in the future). Played a round of Time Crisis 2 with him later on, after I got myself a game for the old ps2 and checking out some books (Neil Gaiman, I’m gonna get something of yours), and then we head home.

Trip back was… fucked-up. The train was packed, and I got separated from Ivan and had him cramped alone between a couple of men, so I was feeling rather guilty for placing him in that position. To make matters worse, there was some pathetic technical problem with the door at my train compartment; the door wouldn’t close. We were stranded, stopped dead at the Seputeh station while the commuter authorities tried to keep the door shut. In the end the train had to be emptied at the Tasik Selatan station, which was full with people returning from work to home and hoping for a quick train. We had to wait for the second train that came to avoid becoming canned sardine in a train. Thankfully the 2nd train was an express train, which got us home quicker than usual.

I guess we won’t be going out tomorrow, and I’m rather thankful.

Goodnight people.