Sunday 17/5/2009 Sunny Day 7:29 pm
On 1pm after attending church and bidding farewell to my fellow church members, I boarded on a train from Ipoh to KL Central. I went into the train and I manage to find my seat, not long before, there’s one peculiar Indian family of 3 claims that I have miss seated their place and they rudely ask me to leave and look for the train attendant. I felt a little bit confuse because there shouldn’t be any problem with my E-booking ticket because it is so efficient that it will not make any mistake, but anyhow I went to look for the train attendant. The train attendant consulted that rude Indian man and were asked to show his ticket to detect any problem with it, indeed I’m right about the ticket, the Indian man ticket is written KL-Ipoh and not Ipoh-KL so it that means that he brought the wrong ticket, finally without any hesitation the Indian family of 3 pack their baggage and leave the train immediately with a stern face.
After a few minutes, the train starts to move. The guy sitting next to me is an old Malay man around 55 years old and his name is Hashim. He claims that he is a Civil Engineer and has a wide range of knowledge about construction but now he does most of the administration work and he is now a project manager, he told me that he has 2 daughters. 2 of them stay in London, Great Britain now, he says that his elder daughter is pursuing her PhD in Chemical and her younger daughter is pursuing her degree in Actuarial Science. The old Malay man told me that he owns a house in Ipoh and he seldom stay, he added on and said that he has never gone back to Ipoh for 3-4 months since the last visit. Time past by and the train is proceeding towards the KL Central, he wishes me all the best before I get down of the train and I reply him by just saying a simple “thank you”.
When the train stops, I ran towards the elevator, when I reach to the top, I ran to the monorail station and wait for the train to arrive. When the train arrived, I quickly push my way through the people who are busy busting out of the train. The reason I did that is because if you don’t do so, you will surely unable to get in to the train on time before the monorail door shut. Is not that I don’t have any civic consciousness but this is what I must do to survive in a train fight, so don’t judge me by the book cover.
It took me 25 minutes to get back to Alpha Villa, Wangsa Maju where my cousin stays. The first thing I do when I get into the house is that I clear all my things out of my room and start sweeping and mopping it, later on when everything done, I go for a refreshing bath and rested for awhile.On 6.15pm I decided to go to Jusco for a brief walk and look for things that I need and at the meantime have my dinner in there, I walked from upstairs to downstairs but I couldn’t find anything that I need so I decided to have my dinner instead of wasting all my precious time walking all around without a destination and purpose. I passed by a shop who’s named Laksa Shack, my stomach starts to grumble, so I went in and order a satisfying bowl of Laksa Johor and a cup of Ice Lemon Tea. It all cost me RM15.20, quite expensive though but is worth it. Without lingering any further, I walked back to the Condo. This is what I experienced on my first day in KL.
On 1pm after attending church and bidding farewell to my fellow church members, I boarded on a train from Ipoh to KL Central. I went into the train and I manage to find my seat, not long before, there’s one peculiar Indian family of 3 claims that I have miss seated their place and they rudely ask me to leave and look for the train attendant. I felt a little bit confuse because there shouldn’t be any problem with my E-booking ticket because it is so efficient that it will not make any mistake, but anyhow I went to look for the train attendant. The train attendant consulted that rude Indian man and were asked to show his ticket to detect any problem with it, indeed I’m right about the ticket, the Indian man ticket is written KL-Ipoh and not Ipoh-KL so it that means that he brought the wrong ticket, finally without any hesitation the Indian family of 3 pack their baggage and leave the train immediately with a stern face.
After a few minutes, the train starts to move. The guy sitting next to me is an old Malay man around 55 years old and his name is Hashim. He claims that he is a Civil Engineer and has a wide range of knowledge about construction but now he does most of the administration work and he is now a project manager, he told me that he has 2 daughters. 2 of them stay in London, Great Britain now, he says that his elder daughter is pursuing her PhD in Chemical and her younger daughter is pursuing her degree in Actuarial Science. The old Malay man told me that he owns a house in Ipoh and he seldom stay, he added on and said that he has never gone back to Ipoh for 3-4 months since the last visit. Time past by and the train is proceeding towards the KL Central, he wishes me all the best before I get down of the train and I reply him by just saying a simple “thank you”.
When the train stops, I ran towards the elevator, when I reach to the top, I ran to the monorail station and wait for the train to arrive. When the train arrived, I quickly push my way through the people who are busy busting out of the train. The reason I did that is because if you don’t do so, you will surely unable to get in to the train on time before the monorail door shut. Is not that I don’t have any civic consciousness but this is what I must do to survive in a train fight, so don’t judge me by the book cover.
It took me 25 minutes to get back to Alpha Villa, Wangsa Maju where my cousin stays. The first thing I do when I get into the house is that I clear all my things out of my room and start sweeping and mopping it, later on when everything done, I go for a refreshing bath and rested for awhile.On 6.15pm I decided to go to Jusco for a brief walk and look for things that I need and at the meantime have my dinner in there, I walked from upstairs to downstairs but I couldn’t find anything that I need so I decided to have my dinner instead of wasting all my precious time walking all around without a destination and purpose. I passed by a shop who’s named Laksa Shack, my stomach starts to grumble, so I went in and order a satisfying bowl of Laksa Johor and a cup of Ice Lemon Tea. It all cost me RM15.20, quite expensive though but is worth it. Without lingering any further, I walked back to the Condo. This is what I experienced on my first day in KL.
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