After shopping for D.’s gifts, writing at a Coffee Bean kiosk and local food lunch at restaurant called Little Penang, John and I sit by the beach chairs at the poolside. I listened to a lot of the laid-back and ambient “Hotel” by Moby while reading a book.
The book is a recent local publication, a first edition called “New Malaysian Essays.” Bookstores have such power over me and I got this for RM30 at the Kinokuniya. I even got myself a set of Moleskine journals.
Profoundly amused by the interestingly-written book, I got a gist of contemporary issues in Malaysia. It’s also a taste of their critical writing, and other cultural idiosyncrasies that you don't pick up from Lonely Planet.
I learned, for example:
Kuala Lumpur was placed as the third rudest city in the results of that controversial ranking, which were published in Reader’s digest in July 2006.
I remember shopping a few days back. I looked at something that I needed time to decide on and told the saleslady, “I’ll come back.” Sensing that I was making up alibis not to buy, she responded with: “That’s what they all say.”
But hey, lazy Sunday afternoons like these, I really want to come back.
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