The Departed… departing rather

I’m leavingggggggggggggg on the L trainnnnnnnnnnnnn
Don’t know when I’ll be back againnnnnnnnnnnnnn (tomorrow actually)
Oh man, I hate to gooooooooooooooooooooo

Departing: Bangsar
Arriving: Setiawangsa, Ampang
Purpose of journey performed: Signed document, without realizing repercussions of said action
Period of stay: Unknown…

After 27 years of existence, am leaving the ever-so-familiar neighborhood of Bangsar Baru for the unknown in Setiawangsa, Ampang with my wife. Not so bad, considering that it’s a brand new apartment, with 2 parking lots, fairly adequate security screening for blocking some unwanted visitors. Also, there’s an LRT station directly across the guardhouse which would be an alternative to making countless journeys into town (provided you travel with gas mask or lots of air fresheners… blocked noses are acceptable too). The feeling of having once’s own place is somewhat daunting, yet highly irresistible. No more unwanted visitors, choosing whatever furniture you want which you can afford, late night outs without check-ins with the upper authorities… On top of which, is near to the shop where I work so it’s a good thing.

But one thing remains… it ain’t no Bangsar. It will never be Bangsar. Some might say that it is elitist to say that only Bangsar’s cool and all others not. Honestly, it’s not about the glam or the posh living. Rather the accessibility of shops, and mostly friends who still reside there and are likely to continue residing there even after they’ve married (or filling the other half of their king-sized beds with anime CDs).

Already in the midst of preparing for the move, what with the furniture acquisitions and renovation works. Looks fun, looks promising and so far I’ve got one thing to say…
“YOU BLOODY LUCKY BASTARDS IN BANGSAR!”