I am a half Puchong and half Petaling blood.

My parents and I live in Taman Mawar Puchong, but I practically grew up in PJ old town with my grandparents. Schooled in PJ old town from kindergarten to high school.

I never want to admit I am a puchong-ian, because I thought Puchong people back then were rude (some still are the same), IOI Mall’s toilets were nasty and the traffic jam a vivid nightmare. And most importantly, my parents never spent fun time as a family in Puchong, so my memory towards Puchong as a kid was fade and blur.

When I was younger, Puchong had much less shop lots. My parents bought a house here because they couldn’t afford housing in Petaling Jaya. So Puchong residents were regarded as poor people. Yes I admit that we are far from rich, not just in the past. Throughout my kindergarten to the last day I studied in Catholic High School, never a day we don’t have to stuck 2-3 hours in the traffic.

The Sri Manja route was finally operating when I entered uni. The road was there the entire time, it was in closure for the last 20 or so years.

Puchongian dengan bayar Toll

Being a puchongian, I drive an incredibly high mileage, and contribute a lot of toll money to the government and the road maintenance company.

Because we are blessed with a few toll-gated highways here. If you want to leave Puchong, you pay.

Kesas and LDP highway practically leads you to everywhere, and both highways are only 5 minutes away from our Kinrara house.

What makes me love Puchong again

As I age, I learn to appreciate things. Especially when I moved from Kinrara to the puchong sub-urb, 16 Sierra.

We had to say good byes to the fancy milk tea shops and easily available eateries.

16 Sierra

When I was 26 years old, we decided to move to 16 Sierra, a total country side of Puchong. Bigger house, and my father had a thing with our Taman Mawar (Kinrara) house facing the T junction. Feng shui issues.

That’s when i suddenly appreciate the location of our old house. Uncle don was 8 minutes away. At 16 Sierra, nothing is 8 minutes away, at least not back then.

I bet you’ve heard the Passengers sing, “only know you love her when you let her go~“ I actually played this song on our house warming day.

Back to PJ

I currently reside in PJ.

Merely 4 years living in 16 Sierra, I was married and had to move to PJ Jalan Gasing with my husband.

Then I missed Puchong even more. I almost cannot believe, Puchong traffic is actually better.

The Gasing house (right next to PJ Old town) is far away from good highways. Federal highway sucks. Because its an older area, free space between houses is limited. We have to fight for parking, even though we lived in a three storey terrace house. Compared to 16 Sierra, my father alone has 3 cars (he started collect cars after we moved there). Our 4-pax family have 6 cars.

Transformation

The day I feel like I am a true Puchong-ian, is the day I learnt to cut queue in traffic. I felt like, I finally blend in. I know which lane would lead me home faster, which would do the opposite. When I queue and people cut queue in front of me, I habitually reason that they are either late for piano class, or have a really full bladder. If the car in front of me seems like he’s not sure which lane to take, that driver is surely is not from Puchong. Because, only God and genuine Puchong-ian knows where the Puchong fly-overs would bring you.

When they double park without leaving phone numbers, it must be… Well, this one I still haven’t figure out a reason why. Maybe they don’t have pen or papers.

I get more and more forgiving towards fellow puchong-ian. I forgive them by cursing harder.

About me

I love trying new things, within a restrained budget. But I don’t mind travelling to places. Puchong had train me rock hard on the road.

I love mingle with friends, I am also a loner. Life is fun, at the same time, it can be heart-breaking.

If I were to describe myself with 1 word, that would be “Imperfect”, if three words “Imperfect so what, I’m pedaling hard here, can’t you see? Wait I need a rest.”

They were some unfortunate events in my life, there were times I hold on to the crucifix and had no idea what’s going to happen next.

I struggle while trying to find joy and balances in everything.

If you are a clueless person like me, or that you have anything to share, feel free to write and inspire me: liew.onemachine@gmail.com

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