The same time last year, I took a trip to Malaysia with 2 other friends it had to be unforgettable because it was terrible. We were in Singapore when we decided to take a day trip to Kuala Lumpur best believe that it should be enough because there wasn’t much to see. Unfortunately, we had no idea that it was Malaysia day. Thus, all the flights, buses and trains going out of Kuala Lumpur were fully booked (you’re thinking it right, we were trapped in Malaysia for another day) so we had no choice but to spend the night at a rest and go at the Bandar Tasik Selatan hub. The owner charged us MYR70 but I had the last MYR50 in my pocket and the rest of my currencies were in dollars and pesos and the nearest money changer is in KL central which was half an hour away from the hub so the owner agreed to give us a bed for MYR50.
It was a single bed and we had to let the three of us fit. There was also one tiny pillow which barely fit a head. We opened our bags and found loaves of breads that we bought earlier —spoiler alert—we used them as pillows. The rest and go didn’t have restrooms you have to use the public restroom at the hub. But we were actually a little bit lucky because there were a lot of people sleeping on the floor, on the stairs and even in front of the ticket booths just to get the first trip out to Singapore. The place was an absolute chaos.
The next day we woke up at 5am because our coach leaves at 6am. We grabbed some coffee and newspaper while we were waiting at the passenger lounge. We were too sleepy to notice that the newspapers were written in Arabic. We boarded the coach. It was actually pretty smooth they had really comfortable lazy boys so we slept the whole time we were in. When I woke up, people were already going down. I asked the bus driver if it was a pitstop for lunch. I specifically asked “lunch? is this lunch?” he nodded and said “yeah yeah” so I waved at my friends and said let’s get lunch and pee. We all went down and left our stuff except for our valuables. So we peed, when we went back to get on the coach, IT.WAS.GONE!!!
We asked the coach operator who (gladly) speaks fluent english and said this isn’t a pit stop for lunch this is Larkin. The coach stops here to drop off passengers but not for lunch. It does not wait. So we asked him what happens to our stuff. He said the coach goes straight to Singapore and then back here so you have to wait until it get’s back but I will not assure you that your things are still there. Oh Great! Just great! Our stuff went back to Singapore without us and we’re waiting for them to come back to go back to Singapore. Oh that’s not the worst part, we waited for the next 4 hours just to get our stuff back. Good thing we met a Malaysian who also got left by the bus because he also thought it was for lunch. We were with him until we got back to Singapore soil.
I impatiently waited for the next 4 hours complaining at the operator from time to time. I traced the bus driver’s number and called him up but he couldn’t be reached because he was using a Malaysian local number and he was already in Singapore. We had to wait for a reasonable time to come back at the border so we could call him. Good thing we got our stuff back and it had been quite smooth from there as we had our Malaysian friend to lead us the way. Having said all those misfortunes, my friend Raj who is an expat in Malaysia had convinced me to take a redemption trip. So I did. My friend Raj was too kind to offer that we stayed at his place. I brought the same friends I was with a year ago and just like last year, it was unforgettable but this time it was different.
We didn’t have to do the usual tourist routine. We had our cameras in the trunk or in our bags or none at all because what was in store for us was a lot different than anyone of us had expected. We woke up early to take a trip to Sunway for my first ever suicide attempt.
Alright, that wasn’t actually it but I was doing bungee jumping for the first time in my life. I’m not really a person who’s scared of heights. I had been travelling overseas just for the adrenalin rush. I had been to the craziest roller coasters and all sorts but this was not an easy thing to do. Why was it scary? it was basically a suicidal act.
It was jumping off hundred ft. above the air but the only difference, you have a harness tightly tied on you. But the feeling is the same, everything else is the same except you won’t crash into the ground.
So yes, it took me two tries to stand on the ledge and make up my mind. The first time, my mind wants to jump but my body was all too soft to do so. My energy was eaten up by climbing the stairs from the ground up to the bungee site. So I had to re energize, I had to take in lots of sugar and water. Then I went back to redeem myself. That made me unbelievably popular. People from the hanging bridge, the lagoon, the zipline and at the booth were all cheering me up saying “Jump! Jump! Jump!” And I answered “Wait! Wait! Wait!” Everyone started taking videos and pictures of me. I had a lot in mind why I wasn’t ready to do it but I had to free my mind from it. When I did, people from the background faded I heard nothing but a faint sound of clap and the air of peace. I felt free. I felt different. I realized, it is us who tells ourselves we cannot do one thing. As I was falling, I was telling myself what was I thinking? When I got back to the ground, I was not the same person. That was not the old me. I have realized the true meaning of the word fearless.
Just because we were adrenalin junkies, we tried the reverse bungee. The highest reverse bungee in Asia which goes off from 0 to 120kph and throws you more than a hundred ft. in the air and back while turning 360 degrees.
After the satisfying rush we decided to cool down a bit at the lagoon before we try the flow rider which was also a great experience.
Learning to ride the waves. And boy was that an amazing experience. It looked easy in the picture but it was not, the waves will wipe you out. The man who was really way too big for the board got wiped out in a second. You gotta learn to maneuver the board or it will wipe you out. Our last ride was the tunnel tube slide which still gives you the right amount of rush. Needless to say, our energies were all consumed from a day of extreme activities. So we hopped on the car and minutes later, hunger kicked in so we headed to Bangsar for a comfort food dinner.
I always trust Raj when it comes to food. He never fails on good food. So we stuffed ourselves on comfort food except I could not figure out what to drink so I asked the lady what was good. She mentioned all the juices of which I have not understood a single because they were all named in alien so I said the I want the third that you said but in my head I was being totally random. When the drink came to me, it was pretty. I asked what was in it and she mentioned every ingredient. It was basically all the fruits you could name blended and crushed in it so I thought it was weird. Some fruits didn’t taste well together. I sipped and well, it tasted like uh fruit? I could not properly describe.
After that sumptuous dinner we decided to go back home to rest for a bit and freshen up to head to the party. We took two rounds of patron shots to get us all psyched for the party. We headed out at 11pm. Our first stop, Never mine club/ Never mind club forgive me I didn’t even look at the signage I just went in and asked my friend “where are we again?” I had the best time there I actually thought it could have been good if we stayed but since I was overseas, might as well try everything.
After finishing the pitcher of Cointreau, my hyper acidity had kicked in and it had the worst timing in the world. The bartender had given me 2 glasses of warm water which was actually useless. The only way to cure a hyper acidity is a bottle of freezing water. Raj had to run to the nearest 7eleven. After drinking the whole bottle I was alive and kicking again. Ready to hop on to the next party.
We went to Zouk which I don’t think I will still post pictures of since it was so EPIC that I have to keep it. (Don’t worry I have disclosed everything to my boyfriend who wasn’t with me on that trip). Due to my hyperacidity, I controlled drinking so I didn’t drink anymore but I was psyched enough I was dancing with friends or alone mindless of the crowd. A few minutes into the party I noticed a friend whom I will not mention had been drinking fast that my other friends could not keep up. But I thought my friend had a high tolerance so I didn’t mind. The club was so alive, it was so alive it will get you psyched and all too excited to do just about anything. It was an absolute high. An hour later my friend Raj asked me who’s more drunk between our friends. I had the wrong bet. I had to accompany this friend to the restroom to pee to keep the balance I had to hold my friend’s arms and shoulders to get there. In the restroom someone approached me and said “Is that your friend? I feel sorry for you” And that’s when I realized I was about to be in a situation that no amount of preparation could equip me to handle it.
Friend, if you’re reading this, this is what happened.
I accompanied you to the toilet, you started to puke like fountain and then later on like a waterfall falling down on your neck and to your clothes. You passed out and sat on your puke. I had to call Raj to carry you out of Zouk club. You were totally a dead body on his shoulder. Damn I had to help him carry you and boy weren’t you light. The worst part is we parked two blocks away from the club and the club is too big it took us forever to get you out. On our way home, you were totally passed out in the car I ran out of tissue so I had you puke on a map but you already puked in the car. As soon as we arrived at the basement parking of the apartment we had to stop by the elevator entrance to leave you there before parking the car all the way to the other end. Our other friend also started puking. Imagine I was left with puking people. And you had me covered with your puke. Good! So we had to take you up to the apartment and leave you on the bath tub. I wish that’s what happened but no it didn’t. I had to give you a bath because you were really gross. Your smell was unforgivable.
P.S. I swear you have nothing to hide anymore.