C&C

Back when I had higher levels of testosterone, there used to be a group called C&C Music Factory. They popularised Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now). Yeah... it's one of 'those were the days' moments that 30-somethings like me encounter a lot.

Anyway, this is not about them. This is about Civics and Courtesy.

I had a meeting in HQ yesterday. So, as usual I took the KL Monorail as it is the most convenient means of travel to the heart of Bukit Bintang. And most importantly, predictable in terms of timeliness. Highly unlikely I'd be late unless I spent too much time ogling and drooling at some SYT .

The weather was good, to melah... but it was threatening to pour. I grabbed my umbrella and made my way to the Titiwangsa station. I never did time how long it takes me to walk there but I reckon it takes about 3 minutes including the escalator ride up. That's me lah with my giraffe legs.

As usual, I like to observe and in my many rides I noticed that C&C is slowly disappearing from our society. I know and I can understand rush hours and what not but this was at 2:30pm. It was after lunch hour. I was coming back from Bukit Bintang and the train had stopped at Titiwangsa station... the LAST station. When the door opened everyone started barging in. The platform wasn't full. I could count how many people were there. What's the rush? Why can't they wait for the passengers to alight? And here's the best part... they gave me the look as though I was in their way. I just can't understand.

And this is just at the KL Monorail. There are many other things that just leaves me bewildered and takes me into my time machine and back into 'those were the days mode'. I'm not perfect. In fact I am flawed in so many ways. When I was a kid I stole, I peeped, I lied... you name it and I did it as a naughty kid. But I tell you... my mom and dad were merciless. God would be taking care of me if I was made a Sergeant when my mom and dad punished me. I went to school looking like a zebra. I kid you not. As a kid I hated my parents for what they put me through but now, 30-something years on, I understand and I thank them for everything that they had thought me.

What's becoming of our society?