PJ, oh PJ

Today I will post a few words about the city where I live, smack in the middle and abouts of the Klang Valley in Malaysia. Home to roughly half-a-million denizens, Petaling Jaya used to once be a mere suburb, akin to nextdoor Shah Alam, with a number of factories and housing areas. Not much different from most Malaysian towns, except for the fact that its grown to become one of the biggest towns in the whole country.

And now they want to call it a city. Call it what you like, I feel the most comfortable in this place, even if there's a wee bit too many cars on the roads these days.




A number of houses in PJ look like this. Rows upon rows of identical-looking houses designed by unimaginative arhitects, while the civil engineers were most likely smoking something real strong the time they were planning the road structure of the whole place. Little more on that later, so they do look different. After all, PJ is more than twenty, maybe even thirty years old, so there's been plenty of time for some chaps to change the way things see fit.


In between the rows of houses are back alleys which are usually inhabited by rotimen, nasilemak riders and screeching cats.


Typical PJ street. Especially narrow during pasar malam times, but we locals adapt easily, hence we are the most happening drivers off the face of the earth.


Random pics of the PJ skyline, at least from the LRT station.




A shoplot mamak somewhere in SS2. Mention SS2 in PJ, and everyone sure know one. And you know, every mamak has its own speciality. This one happens to have Tau Sah Naan! o.O

Doesn't taste too bad though. To be honest.


I just thought this was a nice pic to take.