I received a phone call from an ex recently. It was one of those moments where you stare at the caller ID in disbelief, because it seems so far removed from your present reality to see this name from the past, reappear so suddenly and without warning.
A couple of friends and I were driving down to Johor Bahru the other week. We were planning to do some shooting there, to interview some people for an online show we were doing. It was quite a wonderful little team we had together – four people in a good, old-fashioned Proton Saga (the new model is just crap compared to the original recipe; Proton has truly lost its way).
For as long as I can remember, I have been interested in transportation, especially public transport. As soon as I was old enough to play outside, I was watching the freight trains and commuter trains passing near my home. I also have memories of taking the subway train across the city of Toronto every week for many years. Over the past six years, I have studied how public transport services have been designed and implemented in various parts of the world. I have also provided support to volunteer groups, non-government organizations, and to governments in Canada and Malaysia. All of this has been pro bono, without any interest in financial compensation.
In this day and age where online rules supreme, you can really do anything or be anyone you want. And no, we’re not alluding to the possibility that SexyBabe112 might be a hairy, middle-aged man.
