And so that's the photo taken at the KL Tower, also known as Menara KL. We went back to the hotel to take a rest and filled our stomachs again with junk food of all sorts brought down from Genting. Finally at 6pm, we left for dinner in Malaysia's Chinatown in preparation to get down to PUTRAJAYA!!! for the fireworks competition. It started drizzling and so having the very anal-about-rain parents, we just sat in any teksi that was willing to get to PUTRAJAYA!!! So I was with my parents, while my my sister, ben and paul took another. I wasn't in their teksi and so their side of the story just seems not-too-bad as compared to ours.
In our teksi, the driver was just too occupied with fixing his spoilt pager, trying to on his phone that had failed him, reading the newspaper to check out those soccer bets and yea, driving. I reckon he almost forgot that he had to drive. So he was controlling that steering wheel with his elbows, simply because his hands were busy with the newspaper plus pager. His mouth was busy spewing Cantonese vulgarities. Well, I don't quite know Cantonese but some words are just very obvious. He said it's his ill luck to fetch us but seriously I don't know whose bad luck it is when he drove us to the wrong place after taking some shortcuts that weren't exactly short! The 3 of us were at the back of the Convention Centre, while the other 3 had to climb up a very steep hill to get to the komplex. They managed to squeezed through the crowd into the complex but did not see much of the higher fireworks. We got to see those fireworks though. It was really brilliant! It was for a good whole 30 minutes. But I did not take any photos because I was honestly super pissed by then. I didn't know what on earth we were doing! Fancy spending so much money to get to this horrid place and then get splitted up like it is the wartimes.
The fireworks ended and the crowd dispersed. There was no teksi in sight. Or rather no available teksi. We tried walking to the main roads, at least in the direction towards KL. But after about half an hour of walking, we came to this crossroad that points to KL in every direction possible. We thought this was it. We were going to sleep there for the night and meet the rest at the airport tomorrow.
Then my father had to go to the washroom. Ohhh bless his bladder! That's like the best thing ever because we entered some building that has a really long Malay name that says something about dealing with people who break the religious laws or something of that sort, and there lives a very young and dashing security officer. We actually him woke up, from his really nice and deep slumber. He got the shock of his life and thought we were his superior or something because he shot right up and exclaimed, "Upa? Upa!" We then told him our situation and so he actually asked his friend to take over his security job and changed into his civilian clothes immediately. He was efficient and very willing. The Samaritan of the year!
The Justice of Peace building at Putrajaya
That man, did an Act of Random Kindness. He is THE MAN! He drove us back all the way to KL and then drove all the way back to ughhh, Putrajaya. It is a spanking 2 hour journey! It is just so amazing that a man can go so far just to help some pathetic trio. Although his car was smelling a little bad with newspapers strewn all over the carcseats, that was like the best car ride ever!
The favorite man of the year.
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