I believe in the triangular sleepers

I need to get out more- really. Aside from grinding the hours, running around chasing events dodging lunch breaks while gunning down my reports at office, I'm quite relieved that the dust has settled after the past turbulent months with editorial. Nowadays, work's usually completed within the day before I welcome myself home. Nothing much about today eh? and yet still this entry, lol.

The city glows in deepest night, the rush-hour party would be long over by the time arrive, but I couldn't care less about joining the ridiculous 5pm jams everyone is forced to put up every single frigging day. There's so much traffic for a small city, not too far away from emulating certain parts of Kuala Lumpur.  I won't be too surprised if there's more cars than people in KK city, but people buy cars because we don't actually have a proper public transport system. And its a miracle how the city still manages to survive  with a growing population of just over 800,000 , that's if you include the suburban areas of Greater KK.

I would forever miss the pleasure of getting on Transperth’s clean, gas-powered Mercedes buses and shiny green trains, recalling how I hoped to death that City Hall would develop the same infras with equal standards right here in our seaside capital.Pretty sure  the city would hit one million residents within a span of 5-6 years, maybe even sooner with rising birthrates, whip that up with workers, travelers, expats, businesses-people and adrenaline junkies looking for a place in the sun.

So its time to take a modern public transport system Mr Mayor, high speed trains would cut down great distances between North and South parts of the city within a heartbeat and also stabilize soaring property prices in KK. With modern public transport, we would not longer need to live close to the city as buses/trains/MRTs would cut great distances to within city as well as the outer reaches of KK. Tracking market demand, the availability of efficient public transport network would help decentralize urbanization from being concentrated at the heart of the city, instead, development would pan out evenly to the far reaches of KK’s outskirts, suburban areas, wherever there are train and bus services available Building more roads is not a silver bullet to solving traffic congestion, but introducing a reliable system everyone can use. Annnnd as much as I’d hate to admit it but its prolly going to be quite sometime before we see  a modern transportation network for KK.

 Nevermind that.  I'm already looking forward for tomorrow. I'd be wandering off to somewhere out there to cast my thoughts away. Hopefully, I won't get up late again.

See you in June

Rolling back the years, it never quite dawned on me how each time I visit this place brings me back to times that have come to past- dawning reflections at every turn, reminiscing  the timeless, haunting wonder of yesteryears.

Here is a tribute to one bright morning with scattered vapour trails across the open sky, there were no lines unscathed in their journey to eternity.  At eighteen and hopelessly thrilled on a Saturday, clutching two tickets to the rock show featuring Naked Breed and Love Me Butch at an indoor hideout  somewhere, someplace in Sutera Harbour.  Lazing on couches under dim lights and orange-green tiles accompanied by a horde of familiar faces while listening to independent-label bands tuning up the notch, rocking out the  lounge room. The most memorable perhaps was when Naked Breed hit the stage and were halfway through performing a song when they tried to rally everyone to the frontlines but noone dared step forward until they goaded us with a free-t-shirt. There was no t-shirt but just the perfect excuse to get out there into the moshpit and kick the lights out. All I can remember was that whizzing adrenaline racing  through my veins and we’d swing and dance away with friends and complete strangers amid dizzying forms of orange, green and screaming synth guitars meandering through the light dappled walls. Perhaps, this would be one of the more unforgettable moments with people who shared an inseparable part of my life growing up together through high school.

There was always too much time in our hands than we’d ever dreamed of having nowadays – it was an age of adventure, enduring the hours slogging through homework, pseudo-intellectual discussions, daydreams, shoeshine and rock and roll. So it’s all true when seniors kept warning us about the impending, inevitable rat-race before they melt away into the world unknown with each passing year. Of course we’d take their place and within a year, everyone went their separate ways.But somehow, someway, there are certain paths you take that might  lead to distant but familiar passages. Before you know  it, you’d be staring at a familiar face you remember from not quite long ago. 

Ten years soon after and halfway into June, I’m finding my way through this puzzle in my stint as a journalist chasing stories for a local paper in KK- your typical, everyday salary-worker. running around and zapping articles like there's no tommorow. Yes, you heard it from me, salary workers are the new underclass.