Yesterday was my personal quest for inner solidarity. I took train rides around Kuala Lumpur, searching for some inner solidarity items.

At an almost well-known music store in Pertama Complex, I asked the hippiest, MTV influenced, trendy looking employee for the latest cd of the band Rivermaya. He asked me if it’s a local or an international band. I told him that Rivermaya was from the Philippines. With an arrogant look, he replied, “I’m sorry bro, we only sell rock stuff.”

Assuming that I know what the guy was assuming about me, do I look like I enjoy listening to the sensation of Kutiyapi rhythm in my past times?

At least I got new pair of sneakers!