KL Nights

Mundane Tales from The BIG CITY

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I've been in KL for about 7 years now. It might not seem long to the common KL-Lite but its around 84 Months, 364 weeks, 2,555 days,  61,320 hours, 618,105,600 minutes and 37,086,336,000 seconds.

It's pretty accurate. Trust me.

I used an online time unit conversion website.

I suck at math.

I first came to KL in 2007. I would like to sound honky and say it was during the golden years of Kuala Lumpur and that the city was booming into a beautiful metropolitan wonderland but then I would be bullshiting, and I am a lot of things trust me - but a political I am not.

I had spent a good 20 years living in good-ol pothole infested JB before a job recruiter had called me up and seduced me with a job offer and lucrative pay in the big city. The role itself was pretty shitty.

After paying over 30k for IT Diploma, I would now contribute my vast knowledge in the fields of Information Technology as a Helpdesk Analyst. 

Yes I had to answer the phones.

Fuck it. You gotta start somewhere right?

but this isn't really about life as rich Helpdesk Analyst - (I moved up the ladder after about a year thankfully but i'll get into that in my later rants). This is about how I began to accept KL as my home away from home. 

Now I'll be honest, when I first landed my feet into Mud City - it wasn't pretty. I felt like shooting myself. I hated answering calls. I hated speaking to customers. For an introvert like myself - this was a total nightmare. 

If it wasn't for the pay. I knew for a fact I wouldn't be here. I hate change. I loved my beloved JB to bits. I missed my mom's cooking and nagging. I missed not having to pay rent or petrol. I missed the feeling of going home and knowing that food would always be ready. 

Don't get me wrong. I made lots of friends in the big city. They seem to be easy to come by and go but I missed my close friends back in JB city. I missed our regular Friday meet-ups in the mamak and our little adventures. They say you don't know what you've got till it's gone - and cliche as it might be, it's fuckin true.

The first few months are the hardest. It was still Malaysia after all, it wasn't like I had been kicked into the

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of Murky Waters & Rempits - Hello 2013!

Twenty-thirten. Undoubtedly the most unluckiest of years of the new millennium. If you're the superstitious type of course.

Or not.

"Doesn't really matter to me"

(Queen reference)

I spent the year in Port Dickson. For those of you who don't know, it's a little town in Seremban famous for its dirty beaches. 

I don't really know why we picked PD.

I've been there a couple of times - one to many perhaps.

The roads are small, the shops are crap and there really isn't anything to do except go on water rides in the brown murky waters and go along dangerous one-lane roads with a scenic view of a dozen wanna-be resorts.

Oh there's a pasar malam as well if your looking to increase your collection of cheap imitation goods. 

Yet there's a charm to PD that's undeniable. 

For the lazy KL-Lite, it's one of the nearest vacation spots you can drive too as well, so I guess that could be it.

Little did we know that it was also the Annual Mat Rempit Convention for the year (ideal!) So we were joined by thousands of scrawny bikers who provided us with an ample supply of noise pollution and smoke. 

Thank you Rempits. Without you guys - our New Year would have been spent in the quiet confines of our resort with our friends and family as we enjoyed the murky waves and sunset from our sea-view apartment. 

The police were in full force as well with road-blocks in every corner. I'm pretty sure this was to ensure that the rempit entourage were welcomed warmly. Good job guys.

Never again.