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They put it up and then tore it down

It is August and that means time for exhibit a sense of patriotism, fake or otherwise.

The authority had put up colorful banners, bunting and other similar stuff to make known of out happy the society is in celebrating the upcoming national holiday. I drive along Jalan Tun Razak on almost daily basis and I couldn’t help but notice the banners along the road, wrapping the pillars which support the elevated highway above. All was happy and dandy, until earlier this morning.

As I was frantically trying to beat the traffic on the same road, I spotted that the banners, all of them, have been torn down. I assume it was the same authority that put it up due to how clean the did it. All is left now are the metal skeleton that surround the pillars.

I wonder why they did it?

Printing error maybe?

I wonder how much did it cost us, the residents.

Are the authority going to up a new design up?

Stay tuned as we investigate at how taxpayers money is being spent so recklessly by the City Hall.

Tearing down the grandeur of Stadium Merdeka

“Abang 24 jam awal.”

Oh, the pain of mistake. I have been anticipating Farish Noor’s third public lecture so much that I decided to turn up a day earlier. I took a look at my Facebook with my Blackberry and I couldn’t believe it that I overlooked the word “tomorrow” so clearly printed on the screen. All that effort of getting out of bed and traveling all the way to the heart of the city now seemed so utterly wasted.

But I was determined to make the best of it and I decided to take a walk with my camera. And it is amazing how small the city is. I guess being “older” always requires redefinition, just like my experience with the Perdana Lake Garden.

Starting from the Central Market, I walked toward Leboh Ampang to marvel at facade of buildings built back during colonial times. While on H. S. Lee, I spotted the famed Petaling Street and I didn’t recall when the last time I had walked through the street was. It could have been years and so, I decided to visit it.


This was about 16:00 when the situation was not too disorderly. There were still activities but mainly on the sides. There was ample room to walk in the middle of the covered street, which westerners seemingly amused at the street culture.


Another kind of foreigners were being hunted by the RELA team. A group of this voluntary force together with two or three police officers was seen checking for possible illegal immigrants. I saw several foreigners were taken away, possibly for failure to produce documentation.

It didn’t take long before I reached the end of the street and I had a choice of heading back to the train station for home or walk on. Since it was a blue sky day, I told myself, “what the heck, it’s a beautiful day.”


Soon, after walking along Hang Jebat, just after Jalan Sultan, I found myself at the Merdeka Stadium. I walked around its parameter, looking for ways to get in. It seemed deserted and so, I didn’t think going to through front entrance would help.

While searching for ways to get in, I remember long ago when I watched a soccer match in the stadium. Those were the glory days of the stadium when it was actually useful. Back then, the stadium felt huge but today, it looked like some insignificant stadium.


I had wanted to climb over but with buses and cars could be seen passing by, I gave up the idea. Besides, a police district headquarters was nearby. With a sign “intruder will be prosecuted” standing silent nearby, I thought spending the night in a lockup is not my idea of spending the weekend. So, I almost gave up up I got to the front entrance with a door opened, guarded only by a security officer whom was clearly bored.

It didn’t take much to get in.

At the gallery, there were collages of images, supposedly telling the story of this country. Like so many thing in Malaysia, the collages tell the story of UMNO. Sacrifices of other groups were total ignored. Even during the August 31 celebration held at the stadium which saw Tunku Abdul Rahman officially declaring a free Malaya, it was an UMNO event, not that of Malaysia. I’m only glad that many Malaysians thought the arrogant UMNO a lesson on March 8.


I walked across the field. The condition befits a ran down community field. Without the sign “Stadium Merdeka”, I would think this was just another pathetic stadium deserved to be torn down for redevelopment.

I felt sad that I felt nothing when I stood in the middle. The magic of the stadium had died long before I ever thought of this moment. Despite priding myself for being a rational person and refused to label myself as a nationalist, I could sometimes find myself taken by notable moments. A speech, an injustice, etc. I know that I am always moved by anything appealing to the idea of liberty. Yet, there was the stadium, here I was in it, at best indifferent, at worst disgusted at the fate of the building. An old shophouse in Kluang would awe me more than Stadium Merdeka.

Really, if this is the state of the stadium, a redevelopment exercise is overdue.


On the other side of the field, two persons were dismantling metal pieces for unknown reason. They seemed to be employed by the management of the stadium, which is Perbadanan Nasional Berhad.


At the stage, I saw the shadow of the wording of Stadium Merdeka down on the field. That perhaps the best part of the whole excursion. I walked down and looked up toward the wording. The sun was shining right behind it, with the cloud blocking part of the sun and blue sky everywhere else. It was beautiful and I wanted to memorialize it.

Alas, the camera died on me.

“Well, time to go home.”

Lining up at the Postal Offices is for fools!

Yup. All of them got one year to do it but too many of them must do it yesterday.

What? Is their discount rate so high that they couldn’t wait for a few more days? Ridiculous.

Lining up at the gas station is for fools


I especially annoyed at those whom rushed to the gas stations to fill their tank up after learning of the fuel prices hike which is due this midnight. These guys caused unnecessary traffic congestion!

Really guys, rushing to the gas stations only will save you at most a couple of hundred bucks. Most of you probably saved less than a hundred bucks. Was the time spent waiting worth all that? Think of how much gas you burned while waiting.

Real saving comes from using public transportation, car-pooling and dumping gas-guzzlers for efficient cars.

There is a saying for this: penny wise, pound foolish.

Rain, rain, rain, rain…

When will it snows instead?

Flags, banners, posters, everywhere

The election is less than three weeks away and nomination day has yet to pass. That however doesn’t stop political parties from initiating banner wars prior to the start of the real war. So far, from what I read anyway, these wars are running high in the east coast of the Peninsula. So high that banners have been defaced, torn, destroyed while temper flares. Volunteers from either sides now jealously guard their banners from potential saboteurs. While that happens there, curiously, the scene in KL has been quiet.


been to any good pubs in kuala lumpur lately?

well, the latest to open – officially – is the george and dragon over the bangsar shopping centre, up the hill in jalan maarof, bangsar. despite it being an english pub, it is managed by the rather irish finnegans pubs group.

How should I spend a 4-day weekend?

Holidays could be very unproductive and mine is reaching a notch higher above laziness.

Selamat menyambut Hari Wilayah

MBKL (That’s Metroblogging KL, not Majlis Perbandaran KL) wishes our readers a good Hari Wilayah. Really, Hari Wilayah is actually Hari KL. Screw Putrajaya and Labuan.

And I know you guys love Hari Wilayah because weekend starts early this week.

And so will next week. LOL!

It feels like my senior year in Michigan: 4-day working week, 3-day Warcraft week!

Let’s visit Azeroth and check the latest news.

Motorcyclists taking shelter in the middle of the street

It sucks to get caught in the rain. It is uncomfortable to be wet, with the wind blowing. That however does not justify motorcyclists’ tendency to take shelter under a bridge while blocking a lane, causing inconvenience to other motoring.

It is so typical of Malaysian highways around the city. When it rains, traffic piles up and it slows down. That is understandable though frustrating. Understand yes but anything that worsens the situation deserves scorns of a god. Zeus should strike the reproductive organ of inconsiderate motorcyclists that blocks a lane, creating a choke point and causes thousands others to spend unproductive hours in their vehicles. If hell exists, the sin of motorists should be borne by those motorcyclists alone. These motorcyclists should be the new Jesus. Instead of being crucified, they should be ran over by a prime mover!

Screw these motorcyclists.

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