I was in KL the past couple of days to get something done. Suffice to say, I didn’t like it. The city, not the job… well maybe the job just a little 😛
KL beats PJ when it comes to pubs and clubs ANYTIME ( I am developing an affection for Bar Ceylon as it is ). KL has the BEST siu yok my family and I ever had, KL has a functioning bus station which is useful if you do not wish to drive back home ( Johor for me ), and… that’s about it. Everything else, I can easily get in PJ. I don’t even need to go to Low Yat for tech stuff — Computer War and Digital Mall serve my purposes just fine.
It just that the journey gets to me. Add in the traffic jam and crazy motorcyclists ( especially along Jalan Sultan Ismail near Kg Baru ), I always end up with a headache if I have to go to KL during the day. I get irritated. I get pissed off. I get so fucking bored out of my mind especially if someone is in Myanmar and can’t accompany me for lunch at KLCC. The other two people I know working in the Golden Triangle were also busy leading their own lives and couldn’t meet up. So what’s a girl to do but to drink a couple of lonely beers while waiting for an appointment scheduled for 2 hours later… 🙁
So I have a new-found respect for those who trudge the daily route to work. Okay
maybe definitely no trudging involved but you get the idea. To my sister and brother-in-law who work along the two busiest roads in KL, I salute you.
Just felt like whining a little. After all it’s not as if anything spectacularly exciting happened since I last updated this blog. Oh yeah, no joy for Lina Joy. But you can talk about it over at Xpyre‘s — he’s better at these kind of stuff than me.
Over at a certain embassy, I was fuming at their ridiculous operating hours. Then I finally got the stuff done and was in the elevator going to the car park when a man stepped in. Nice, jolly-looking middle-age chap. You know when you are in an elevator and if there are three or more people in it, you try to keep your distance to safeguard your personal space? Well sometimes when there are only me and another person, and I am in the mood, I try to catch the other person’s eye to begin a conversation. I am friendly like that 😉
Besides uncomfortable silence between two person in a restricted area for even less than 10 seconds is still uncomfortable. If the other person is looking everywhere else but you, then you know when to keep your mouth shut and continue to dwell in your personal space.
But this chap looked at me and smiled. He looked serene and happy. He was holding 3 or 4 passports, presumably with the visas he wanted.
“Final burden in my life,” he said.
“Oh when are you going?”
“Next month. My whole family is going.”
“Well, good luck 🙂 ”
I’ve been thinking of that encounter for a couple days now. I guess I am slightly jealous that some people know what they want in their lives, and go for it. And also that they know exactly where they can get that peace of mind.
But then… some things I don’t know well, or don’t know at all. I am pretty certain that I wouldn’t be able to get it even if I go to Bodh Gaya or Kusinara. And I envy those who can.