*burp*

 

I not exactly sure if the five and a half hour bus ride from Singapore to Kuala Lumpur is exactly worth the Petronas Towers minus Catherine Zeta Jones.  A town rumored to be a party escape for the more rebellious Singaporeans, the nightlife in KL is one street with 2 main bars or clubs, both resembling more of beach hut bars.  But have no fear, in true form, this southeast Asian bar scene did not disappoint the lonely tourist in search of a professional.  Unfortunately for the more simple minded gazers, these professionals were not lookers and in fact, I almost wished they were all Muslim so they would 1. Stay home or 2. Have a shawl wrapped around their heads (I hope barely anyone reads the text so I don have to adamantly defend the JOKE).  With a population of two million, KL is a beach-town made up of Malay (Muslims), Chinese and Indiansinus the beach.  As you might have read in earlier posts, I am one to admit my fondness for the darker, browner more sophisticated Indian race.  In addition to those adjectives, Il take it one step further as even smarter?  I heard Indians speaking Cantonese fluently as if they were born out of a slanty-eyed counter part.  Jeez, no more shit-talking behind their backs ehh?

 

Whilst at New Years dinner with the extended family, the younger half of the table got on the subject of how Chinese people seem to leave their most unique identifiable traits everywhere they go.  Those Chinese name painters (the guys who will paint your name with water color pastels in pseudo Chinese hieroglyphic font with panda hanging all over the edges) seem to be everywhere.  My cousin spotted a few in Europe and other than having personally dodged a handful in New York, Il have to say that I saw more in Malaysia.  I guessing somewhere in China, probably the Wal-Mart headquarters in Shenzhen, they design little kits for China men all over the world to cheese tourists out of their money.  Of course it those same Caucasian tourists who stop and ogle at the neat designs.  Here where the joke startstreet vendors have a definite pattern of layout and geographic location.  So where youl find Chinese peddlers, right next to it, Indian cologne boutiques, correction ?cologne stands.  Hahaha dunno, I just found it hilarious when I saw it.

 

Being that Ie been away for an extended period of time, many habits have slowly adjusted to assimilate to the tropical lifestyle here.  I crave kuey teow for every single meal.  In Malay, I just ordered the runny egg style fried noodles.  Chinese food is awesome and the Indian, Malaysian cuisine, similar to Indonesian cuisine, is very tasty as well.

 

I wonder if everyone looked at the transvestite picture on the Dec. 30^th post.  If not, go look now.   Can you believe those are men!!

 

I saw Chung Ng my fellow FB4LIFE on the street last night.

 

 

"I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love." - Murakami, After the Quake