Kajang born and raised, the Editor has found herself at many points in her life having to defend her hometown as more than just a Satay hotspot.

(And no direspect to the great Hj. Shamsuri himself, but Sate Kajang Hj. Shamsuri is nothing much to shout about, fellow non-Kajang folks.)

Now that she has left the small, ordinary, end-of-the-MRT-line town that was once home, the Editor finds herself reflecting on her childhood in Kajang more and more. She realizes now that growing up in Kajang has made her who she is today, and that there is a sense of camaraderie she feels with those who share similar small-town experiences that she just cannot find within the many city-folk she’s come across.

Her fondest memories are walking to McDonalds and Texas Chicken after school together with her friends. Watching her male friends play futsal in Sg. Chua. Tuition classes cancelled because of the damning Kajang flood. Saving up some pocket money, only to spend it all at Czip Lee, or the bookstore, or at Sushi King in Metro Point.

As boring as this may sound to the average reader, the Editor finds that it is in the boring, everyday life of Kajang that one discovers true gems that no other place has.

This blog is a collection of features of such spaces, places and people in everyday Kajang town that are actually quite remarkable. She hopes that in some way, her work will inspire people to look for happiness in the little things, and to embrace where you come from, even if it was a place with flashers, crocodiles in the rivers, and one shady cinema.