Archive for December, 2008

What happened in KL in 2008?

Nothing really except that the year is coming to an end.

Anything memorable happened in the city through the year?

I didn’t quite keep a tally but I do remember so. Haphazardly, in no particular order, they were:

1. The General Election. Wow wee. That was fun!
2. The Olympic Torch Relay. FREEDOM! LOL!
3. Err…
4. Oh, that damn unbelievable long lines at the gas stations which caused frantic traffic congestion when the retail price of fuel went up.
5. Pussy Cat Dolls? Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ooooooooooowwwwwwwww!
6. Is it me or do I live in a boring city?
7. Oh, protest in front of the lions’ den at Bukit Aman!
8. *sound of crickets*
9. Landslide at Bukit Antarabangsa? Wait, that’s in Ampang. Hell, it’s close to KL anyway. So, in it goes.
10. Also the landslide in Damansara!
11. Oh, the announcement for city-wide wifi. Or was it wimax?
12. I don’t want to crack head of this. I think 11 is enough.
13. Okay, legitly, I have only 8 lines. So, sue me.
14. Please don’t sue me.
15. Okay, Mamma Mia in KL. That’s 9!
16. They freaking changed Jalan Alor to some lame street name! Down with DBKL’s heads!
17. The Draft KL City Plan.

Could you think of anything else?

Colorful boxes

This is the atrium of Suria KLCC.

More than 12 hours of rain

With Eid falling on Monday, I took the luxury of sleeping late on Monday morning. I planned to write for my column at The Malaysian Insider but temptation of procrastination proved too much for me to bear. By 3 A.M. however, I couldn’t stay awake anymore and finally gave up my pretension of working on the article I needed to come out with and went to bed instead. Despite heavy eyes, I had trouble sleeping. Rather than pretending to work on the article, I found myself pretending to be sleeping. It was then when the rain fell.

With the window opened, the cool air gracefully came in to phase out the stuff air that filled my room. Books were everywhere on the floor. Some of them, embarrassingly, were still on the floor, unmoved almost 3 years after I returned to Malaysia from the United States. I now am betting that the same books would stay on the floor by the time I return to Malaysia from Australia 2 or 3 years in the future.

The rain wasn’t heavy and the noise that it made wasn’t harsh. The constant sound of water from the sky hitting the earth was soothing enough to lull me to slumber.

It was a satisfying sleep; I dreamed that I was sleeping beside an angel. She was so beautiful and serene. I ended up admiring her while holding her hand as she slept and breathe softly.

I really hated it when I had to wake up. As I opened my eyes to stare at the same pile of books, the same constant noise of the light rain was still there. It did not relent.

In contrast, the rain last week was like storm. When it poured, it was like a tropical hell.

Tropical hell. That’s probably what the victims of the Bukit Antarabangsa landslide felt.

With a downpour like what KL and its surroundings experienced last week, it is hard to imagine how the rain did not contribute to the tragic landslide. The mainstream media are quick to point out that this is not the first time it happened. The same site witnessed the collapse of the Highland Towers in the 1990s. Between then and now, there were a couple of other incidents. Some deadly white others left ignored.

The authorities are banning development on slope. Yet, we’ve heard of this before. So, I’m unsure if I should put any weight to their words.

But, how is the tragedy in Bukit Antarabangsa any worse to the annual flooding in the East Coast? Does the tragedy at the edge of KL equal the suffering of those in the east of the Peninsula? Why do the media focus on Highland Towers but give less prominence for the flood victims?

It is a tragedy yes, but I’d just wish that the mainstream media would just stop milking the story.

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