# I’m always quite happy to go up to the neighbouring capital up north — KL and I are, in street Singapore/KL-lingo, very ngam (i.e. fitting, get along well). I have fond memories of walking out of the old KL railway station as a kid with a backpack, following aimlessly after my mother — there I discovered the wonders of the amazing Petaling Street mata kuching (a longan drink), and street food. Many years later I now go to hang out with a bunch of friends from there.
# What do you get when you put a bunch of Malaysians and one token Singaporean into the same room — namely, Lainie’s room? Plenty of quotable quotes.
after clubbing
Me: “Isn’t anybody… going to shower?”
Spes: “Nope! I’m Malaysian!”
Me: “I’m Singaporean, so I must.”
# They all seem to be involved in the arts, design, something or other — and everybody seems to know everyone. Everyone I’ve met seems to be gay. At a birthday party in Hartamas, the very drunk birthday girl sauntered over, pointed at me and said: “IS THAT PROPAGANDA??”
# She later accused a ceiling fan of being lesbian, like everybody else at the table.
# Group of gay girls having a cross-strait discussion about why we like straight women so. I peeked over into the conversation and said with a straight face: “It’s just like straight men wanting virgin women. Same same.” Was. Not. Drunk.
# Lainie goes to sleep mumbling very strange things. (“Hurry up and convert her — so the rest of us have a chance!” Me: “zzzzzzz”)
# Having Wong Ah Wah chicken wings at 3 in the morning in Jalan Alor is my new definition of bliss.
# The more I come, the less time I spend in Kuala Lumpur itself. These days I seem to spend all my time in Petaling Jaya. Helps to have friends who drive!
# Shoot ‘Em Up is a bizarre movie.
# For a moment this afternoon I thought I was stranded here (not entirely a bad thing). All the buses and trains were booked solid. Finally managed to find a ticket home at an ungodly hour.
# I haven’t done any of what I came here to do (buy clothes, and eat) — all I’ve done is sit around with Lainie, Sze, and Lola.
# I will probably be coming more often to do more of this sitting around. To complete my Malaysian experience, they made me litter and sit on a grass patch under a tree. Not at the same time.
possibly related
A Wedding in Manila /
My Impressive Malay Vocabulary /
You Could Forgive the Monsoon /
The Global Soul /
I Am So Damn Chinese /
Kuala Lumpur in Point Form
# I’m always quite happy to go up to the neighbouring capital up north — KL and I are, in street Singapore/KL-lingo, very ngam (i.e. fitting, get along well). I have fond memories of walking out of the old KL railway station as a kid with a backpack, following aimlessly after my mother — there I discovered the wonders of the amazing Petaling Street mata kuching (a longan drink), and street food. Many years later I now go to hang out with a bunch of friends from there.
# What do you get when you put a bunch of Malaysians and one token Singaporean into the same room — namely, Lainie’s room? Plenty of quotable quotes.
# They all seem to be involved in the arts, design, something or other — and everybody seems to know everyone. Everyone I’ve met seems to be gay. At a birthday party in Hartamas, the very drunk birthday girl sauntered over, pointed at me and said: “IS THAT PROPAGANDA??”
# She later accused a ceiling fan of being lesbian, like everybody else at the table.
# Group of gay girls having a cross-strait discussion about why we like straight women so. I peeked over into the conversation and said with a straight face: “It’s just like straight men wanting virgin women. Same same.” Was. Not. Drunk.
# Lainie goes to sleep mumbling very strange things. (“Hurry up and convert her — so the rest of us have a chance!” Me: “zzzzzzz”)
# Having Wong Ah Wah chicken wings at 3 in the morning in Jalan Alor is my new definition of bliss.
# The more I come, the less time I spend in Kuala Lumpur itself. These days I seem to spend all my time in Petaling Jaya. Helps to have friends who drive!
# Shoot ‘Em Up is a bizarre movie.
# For a moment this afternoon I thought I was stranded here (not entirely a bad thing). All the buses and trains were booked solid. Finally managed to find a ticket home at an ungodly hour.
# I haven’t done any of what I came here to do (buy clothes, and eat) — all I’ve done is sit around with Lainie, Sze, and Lola.
# I will probably be coming more often to do more of this sitting around. To complete my Malaysian experience, they made me litter and sit on a grass patch under a tree. Not at the same time.
possibly related
A Wedding in Manila / My Impressive Malay Vocabulary / You Could Forgive the Monsoon / The Global Soul / I Am So Damn Chinese /