Random musing
Took the bus home from Bukit Jalil on Friday. Puduraya station is supposedly being renovated. That’s where all the south-bound buses will be stationed for the time being. It is a lot easier to get to Bukit Jalil from my new place than Puduraya but the ride there is so much longer.
Added to this is the fact that the travelling time on the highway and the overall journey-lah to put it short, can be quite tiring and draining in the emotional and physical sense. Yet, my eyes tell me, on that Friday, that many still brave the road/commuting to get to the station with their luggages for their bus rides to their brief sojourn home. Perhaps it is to refill the very same emotional and physical need that they are using their remaining energies to get back.
I love people watching and the scene that I witnessed was in a way quite inspiring and fulfilling. There were many Malaysians of different races, ages and stations in life all gathered for the same purpose; to get back home/holiday/somewhere. There were a lot of noise and a lot of colours. Despite having to wait for over an hour for my ride, I would say that the time flew by quite quickly. In between my reading of my articles and watching the people around me, I have found (briefly) a new sense of hope for the next few months (maybe even a year).
The electricity in the make-shift tent was momentarily cut for about 15 minutes but I could see that the people were not too bothered and everything went on like nothing happened. Is this the versatility and adaptability that pompous pricks, I mean politicians, like to brag about? I don’t know about them, and frankly, I don’t really care too much, but I do believe in the Malaysian people. Yes, the people.
Added to this is the fact that the travelling time on the highway and the overall journey-lah to put it short, can be quite tiring and draining in the emotional and physical sense. Yet, my eyes tell me, on that Friday, that many still brave the road/commuting to get to the station with their luggages for their bus rides to their brief sojourn home. Perhaps it is to refill the very same emotional and physical need that they are using their remaining energies to get back.
I love people watching and the scene that I witnessed was in a way quite inspiring and fulfilling. There were many Malaysians of different races, ages and stations in life all gathered for the same purpose; to get back home/holiday/somewhere. There were a lot of noise and a lot of colours. Despite having to wait for over an hour for my ride, I would say that the time flew by quite quickly. In between my reading of my articles and watching the people around me, I have found (briefly) a new sense of hope for the next few months (maybe even a year).
The electricity in the make-shift tent was momentarily cut for about 15 minutes but I could see that the people were not too bothered and everything went on like nothing happened. Is this the versatility and adaptability that pompous pricks, I mean politicians, like to brag about? I don’t know about them, and frankly, I don’t really care too much, but I do believe in the Malaysian people. Yes, the people.
