At randoms times in my life, my mind will be inundated with odd some odd thoughts. These past few months, I've been wondering about how's a day in the life of a typical 'anak kota' is like. I don't mean upper middle class kids who live in the suburbs and call themselves city people, because honestly these people have not known a day of suffering in the city their entire lives. I'm talking about the kids who live in those DBKL flats in Kampung Baru or Kampung Kerinchi. The ones who essentially exists in the city 24 hr a day, the ones who're swallowed by the daily crowd congregating in Kuala Lumpur.

The kids in the 'kampungs' all yearn to come to the city someday, they're fed with stories about how someone's son or daughter went to the city and got a good job. Not realizing that it's so much harder than all the stories make up to be.. and that more often than not Fatimah the daughter of Hj. Bakar who has been sending RM200 to her parents is only doing it because her 'Datuk's' sleazy driver does it for her. And Razak the bilal's son works 3 jobs just to blow it off on modifying his Honda RXZ 'kapchai' because putting his life on the line during the weekends is the ONLY way for him to feel alive.

Living in the city numbs people, that much I am certain. There are too many strangers around, it's hard to single out a face that looks that they care a little bit about what's going on. And it's so easy to feel isolated. But I suppose if you look in the right places.. you can find meaning in your life in the city. I've yet to find out what mine is.. but I'm sure I'll know once I find it.

Anyways I'm not entirely sure what the point of this entry is.. like I said.. sometimes my mind wonders and during those times I am transported out of my reality. In some occasions I don't even recognize myself when I'm looking from the outside. Sorry I can't explain it any better.. it doesn't happen often and when it does.. only for a short time. But that few seconds when I'm not myself... often leaves me drained for days.

Maybe I should try it out... be an 'anak kota' for a year or so. Work minimum wage, find alternative forms of entertainment... maybe I can figure out what exactly I want out of life if do that.

Too bad I've sold my soul to the god of black gold.

Last week I went on a trip to Kuala Tahan in Pahang. Kuala Tahan is the gateway to 'Taman Negara' (National Park), the oldest and biggest natural forest reserve in Malaysia.

To check out the pictures click here