Wednesday 22 February 2006
A pasar malam that used to go on in Wangsa Maju. The night market blossomed into a huge phenomenon in early January 2006, threatening to squeeze the main artery road of Section 2 into a narrow, hard to get through, one-lane vein. Sure, the local Malay hawker association was making money, but it was at the expense of the local residents -- who would have preferred it to be at the lower portion of Section 2, i.e. the road leading from the LRT train station right up to the BRJ Mamak area. At least, a well lit road would have benefitted residents (safer with all the buzz of activities going on) and the Malay hawkers as well (can you spell "profits"?). The other thing was that the local Chinese hawker association did not join in the fun -- why?
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