It’s such a clash here of cul­tures, archi­tec­ture, lan­guage etc.  In any given moment you see a woman wear­ing the skimp­i­est out­fit that would make Paris Hilton blush, stand­ing next to her is a woman in tra­di­tional Mus­lim dress and another in a flam­boy­ant sari.  They all ride the two sub­ways and a mono­rail together like normal.

KL is known as a party city and that they do.   And as in Sin­ga­pore every­one eats all of the time.  There are food (hawker) stands & stalls, restau­rants, shops every­where.  Peo­ple just don’t stop con­sum­ing ever.  The appetites are vora­cious.  One can only imag­ine what the dark dank under­belly of this city is really like.

The major­ity of peo­ple are so friendly and warm and eager to please.  Not get­ting as many stares as in Sin­ga­pore — they’re used to see­ing my type.  Although the men­tion of NYC doesn’t seem to stir any real pos­i­tive or neg­a­tive reac­tions, you can’t help feel­ing a lit­tle para­noid that we still aren’t really looked at too favor­ably.  And in regards to the will­ing­ness to please, it’s very easy to descend into the feel­ing of  the Westerner/Empire guilt, as worn-out of a cliche it is.  For one, must make effort to really learn more of a country’s lan­guage, and use it.