In The Jungle, The Corporate Jungle
May 24, 2010

We walk too fast.

It's true. I was walking to work the other day. And just as I was about to get into the lobby, a swarm of people stormed out of the train, rushed to the exit, and walked through me like a violent mob of high school girls at a Justin Bieber concert. (Not that I've been to one... yet.)

Bemused, the 30-second fiasco left me in a bewildered heap. I could only ask myself "What, was that all about?" and "Why, is that guy's pants tucked into his socks?"

It's a puzzling enigma.

I guess they don't call it 'rush hour' for nothing. It's a span of time during which people alarmingly march to their workplace as if their bowels are about to explode. Imagine the Korean army after a nasty dose of kimchi. It's the time of day when women the size of Shirley Temple could easily knock you down -- or in my case, injure your ribcage -- with the shove of their handbags.

It's a riot out there. Take it from me. I've been squeezed by the horde every morning for three years now. Life in the city allows you to witness men and women of corporate wilderness running rampage to outdo each other. All in pursuit of the ultimate prize: swiping their IDs by 8am... before going out for breakfast until 10am. The irony resonates immensely from the clacking of their towering stilettos.

But what is the rush for actually? There seems to be this constant urgency that demands us to be hurrying like roadrunners all the time. And it gets depressing when everyone looks like Judge Dredd in constipation. The corporate workforce could be a fickle lot. One minute you see elegant men and women in sleek suits. The next, they turn into savage beings of commercial badlands.

I believe the phenomenon roots back to the chain of fear that is being instilled through the ranks. You know, the company threatens the big boss who threatens your boss who threatens you who's got no one else to threaten. So you resort to threatening the cat down at the parking lot -- at least I do (before he threatens me back). And everyone starts to panic. And begin walking like the Super Mario Brothers on fast-forward. And you get a chaotic pandemonium of selfish people devoid of simple human values e.g. not breaking my spine by ramming me on the escalator at 758am.

That's all there is to it I guess. That said, let us all calm down now. Take a breather and calm down.

There's more to life than taking ourselves too seriously.

Kuala Lumpur Design Week 2010
May 06, 2010

Won't you just look at that sweet little smile I forced her to put on.

It's my little sister Sarah. And she's in one of the photos from my set for KLickr's '20 Photographers | 10 Neighborhoods' installation at Kuala Lumpur Design Week 2010.

The project involves 20 photographers covering images from 10 neighborhoods around Klang Valley -- two for each town. I partnered my fiancée Azalia and we roamed the streets of Subang Jaya, my hometown.

In essence, I'm delighted with this set because it's my first exhibited work. Those who know me would agree that I could only take photos as well as a one-armed pirate with an eye patch.

Photos will be on display at the KLickr booth, Level 1 CapSquare KL from May 1 - 9, 2010. You can view the other photos from my set on Facebook and Flickr as well.

Also, Azalia will be exhibiting her photography and poetry artworks as well as selling collectible postcards of her own design at the Azalia Suhaimi Photopoetry tent, Level 2 CapSquare KL on May 8 - 9 (day and night), 2010. And we'll be playing some music there too.

More on her exhibition and collectible postcards at

To think that we were both at the same event last year and didn't cross paths. Life is quite magical like that.

See you there.

Image: Adi Arfan

Photography by Azalia Suhaimi

  • Asrif, b. 1983
  • Subang Jaya, Malaysia
  • asrifomar[@]gmail[.]com
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