The streets of Bangkok, at night they offer you comfort or chaos. Nothing beats the intense sensation ~ the horde of street vendors; or the quiver of emotion, when you lose yourself to the madness. The extreme sights and sound, if it does not take your breath away, you would surely sink on the chair facing the street and sighing in frustrated annoyance. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional[...]
Quite hungry, stomach rumbling, I wouldn’t mind having a bowl of hot soup. Oh hell, I would not mind the whole pot, with the fish, crab meat, chili, mushrooms and all. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, food
Poverty, or merely low on resources, sends many Thais to the streets and slums, either to beg or to work. This also includes refugees and migrant workers from South East Asia. I was drinking at the side of the road and saw a Caucasian man, maybe in his late 40s, begging on the street of metropolitan Bangkok. Life is hard for many, though some end up squatting at the pavement seeking an escape from a never-ending cycle. [...]
The incredible brew, I love coffee, a bitter elixir worthy of my taste buds. I’m unable to contain the thrill as I mix dark coffee from the region with sugar, and lovingly stir it as I pour boiling water into the mug. Every night, I make coffee for two. One for me, and the other for my soul mate who lives at a distant realm… AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking[...]
Unemployment. That’s shitty tough, bloody fucking tough. Global economical recession, the elitism of choosing employees in corporations and civil society, and the monstrous high cost of living. I feel the creeping doom. It waits for me, smiling with a taint of irony. Oh yes, the ‘wonders’ of unemployment and painful recession. What a marvellous, wicked prospect of doom. Expenditures, to reduce this further drives me insane; ranting like a lunatic. Some jobs are available but the income is pitiful. Take[...]
Blisteringly hot, madness. It is the type of heat that is unbearable, mixed with a overdose of humidity. When you inhale, you could almost feel the water vapor going into your nostrils, down your dry throat, and spreads across your lungs. Similar to the act of drowning except you’re not submerged in water. Yesterday was merciful, the Storm came thunderously in Her primal rage. She tore through Malaysia, flashes of lightning, unstoppable. The rain pounding, the thunder roar down upon[...]
Feast your eyes on what was reported and what was censored. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of reason, empathy and compassion.More Posts – Website – Twitter Technorati: @Zashnain, activism, Bersih, Censorship, Freedom, Human Rights, Malaysia
Memories. Travelling. I draw inspiration from the beaches, the sea. I inhale the urban ambience of the slums. No white walls there, merely the colours of life. These locations are vibrant splash of red, blue, yellow, black, brown and green. I’m no stranger to new lands, and I avoid commercialised places at all cost. Why deposit yourself in a fine-dining restaurant when you can sit at a street stall and sample the food, or cheap, dodgy bars, and embrace the[...]
Last year, I met this young man from Borneo – Benny specializes in tattoos, not merely a job for him, he loves crafting his art. A master, extremely talented and skillful with his creativity and hands. I visited him a second time in February this year, after an 8-month absence, to get another tattoo. Something I wanted him to do. Two tattoos from Benny. I plan for the third, soon I hope. Benny, Thumbs-up AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional[...]
Mighty majestic trees are wondrous creations. I love the trees, towering to the heavens, living for a few hundred years. Yet besides the poverty in Kuala Lumpur, Mother Earth is ignored in the consuming corporate rat-race to build the tallest tower, biggest building and eventually being moronic in the process. Undeniably Kuala Lumpur is far more organised than Bangkok or Manila, however it lacks the zeal of appreciation to life, and the city dwellers care not of Mother Earth. c [...]
Kuala Lumpur. There’s a rising phenomenon for tourists and locals alike to visit the commercial centre of the city, mainly to submerge in the shopping mania. I don’t fully understand why people would want to shop in this part of town, with the high prices and irritating traffic clogging the roads. Unless of course one is looking at an opportunity to rub shoulders with the ultra elite of Malaysian society. You can find small pockets of traditional homes and privacy[...]
Travelling across Malaysia’s capital – Kuala Lumpur. Invigorating walk. An old mosque, Masjid Jamek, stood unsteadily near a river, surrounded by buildings and the annoying honks of the never-ending traffic. A handful of street vendors selling fruits and cooling drinks, partly hiding in the shades away from the blistering sun. And my travels take me further… AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response to a dying age of[...]
The walk in Kuala Lumpur was not that bad, though the humidity was always a problem *grumble* I passed by a dozen ugly-looking colorful trees, a complete mockery to Mother Nature. The trees are made from wire, plastic, steel, bulbs and an odd-assortment of man-made contraction. Check out the sign board, not an encouraging thought ~ being electrocuted by a tree in Malaysia. AnarchyThe meltdown of emotions. The dysfunctional anti-hero of all time. A traveler seeking the ultimate emotional response[...]
