A few days back, I went to Kuala Lumpur.
I drove and parked my car in Putrajaya, got onto a train and went straight to KL Sentral.
From there, I had another journey by train to the heart of Kuala Lumpur. Then I walked around a few places, basically aimless.
Thought of buying some traditional clothes for some friends in Japan and Indonesia. But at last, I didn't.
As I walked around KL, I felt like a stranger. Like a tourist who has never been to the city. It felt weird and funny. Because after all, I'm a Malaysian.
I was born in Kuala Lumpur. But I don't like KL. I hate its noisiness, the busy streets, weird modernization, silly urban life styles yadda yadda yadda.
I am so kampung.
Yes I am.
Weird kampungan girl who was born in KL and grew up in towns. I don't even have a real kampung with pokok kelapa and rumah kayu!
I am so perasan-kampung!
But it doesn't make me any less Malaysian, aite!