i wonder why i can’t write anymore. all my posts on this site are crap. hell, i don’t even know why i have to password protect so many things. what happened to that heart-on-sleeve style blogging? died out, for sure.

i love kl at night. the cold air and the empty streets. the garish lights on the lamposts in the shape of a hibiscus. the twinkling smiles of menara kl and petronas twin towers. the sunway pyramid style glow of some buildings. a tinge of familiarity mixed with phobia of a foreign land into a cocktail of apprehension that adds only to the mystery and allure of this strange city. wilayah persekutuan. jalan maharajalela. names that i can never pronounce accurately on first go. we have so much in common yet we’re as distinct as chalk and cheese. malaysians are a weird and wonderful people. the more i know about them, the less i really understand them. compared to them, we gen-y singaporeans are so culture-less. how many of us can proudly say we can speak hokkien/cantonese/teochew/hakka fluently (no, expletives don’t count)? yet we often pride ourselves for our proficiency in english(but i have expounded too much on this topic. need to let it out all at one go in the near future). big deal. malaysians can speak three languages fluently, and multiple dialects to boot. well, of course i know many bananas in malaysia, and chinese-malaysian accents crack me up all the time, but it is precisely these little idiosyncrasies(and so much more; i could go on and on) that make malaysians nothing less than fascinating. let’s not even get started of the proportion of lengluis to yandaos in this country. one more thing: if anyone calls me ah moi again that guy better have insurance coverage. it’s not going to be pretty.

kuala lumpur does not hold as many good memories than it does bad ones for me, and it’s proving to be quite a mix this trip. i shall refrain from commenting much on this trip other than this fact for now. two more nights left in this city. i intend to savour it.