So, apart from the number change, being 23 is much like being 22. And even 21 for that matter. Some things never change.
Some things, however, do. My life of leisure really is over now. This morning I started a new gig, this time on radio, and even earlier than before. With a 5am wake-up and a 6am call time. It would be hellish if it were on TV, but luckily it’s a radio gig, so I can go into the station in my pyjamas, and not have to worry about make-up or eye-bags. If you’re going to work, and want to hear some great music and other fun things during your drive to work, then tune in to RedFM on weekday mornings from 6.30am til 10am. On the other hand, just keep sleeping – that’s what I’d be doing if I could!
Although I wish I had a picture, the story I’m about to share is no less thrilling without it. Yesterday, while driving back to town, I made the mistake of going through the Bangsar LRT station road heading towards town (past Sentral Station). With the torrential rain we had, the entire road flooded, and I’m talking serious flooding here, with the water up to waist height. Basically, all the cars sat waiting on one side of a lake of water that appeared out of nowhere, completely cutting off the road. Entire rubbish bins were floating along, and the vertically challenged would easily have drowned. Not knowing if we could actually make it through, most cars just sat at the edge waiting for something (a sign?).
Then it happened. A plucky little kancil decided to go for it. It ploughed it’s way through, despite the water reaching halfway up the driver’s window, and made it across. I was still slightly tentative, but the Toyota beside me obviously figured that if a Kancil could do it, anyone could, right?
Wrong. He got about halfway before his car packed up, and he was forced to open the door, drench his interior, and wade to the side of the road. He was the first of 3 cars to succumb. Most of the rest of us just rolled up the curb and u-turned into oncoming traffic in a risky attempt to escape. I got away, but I lost my number plate somewhere.
All in all, it was a pretty freaking scary experience, and it must have been even worse to be one of the poor sods who got their cars flooded. And at the end of the day, this kind of thing might be expected in places like Guatemala, but certainly not in Bangsar. What exactly are we paying road tax for, when the roads are rendered unusable by rain, and what exactly is the council doing all day long, since it’s obviously not bothering to clear the drains. Add up all the damage to shops and offices nearby, as well as to the cars, and I think the government has a much bigger problem than a few packed prisons.
Once again, Malaysia proves it really tak boleh when it comes to facing up to simple things, and I know for a fact that some of the panicking motorists stuck in the rising tide yesterday were tourists in taxis. If they wanted watery adventures, they’d go to Sunway Lagoon. But when it comes to great infrastructure? Not Malaysia.
Wet wet wet.
WillQ.
So, it’s been a rip-roaring week of radio fun, and surprisingly enough, the early morning starts aren’t as awesomely awful as I first thought they might be. What’s more, doing the show is a pile of fun, and the creative side of it (where we come up with the stuff to do long term) is an absolutely unfettered joy. Looks like I do have a face for radio.
