2nd. Day in KL

What a nice, comfy bed in Crowne Plaza hotel. I overslept until 11 AM!

I walked to KLCC and took the Putra LRT to Ampang Park to send my M&S suit trousers for an alteration. From there, I took a cab to Kampung Baru to visit Nani, an old friend from UK who’d been attacked by stroke plus diebetes, resulting in blindness and her left arm kind of semi-paralysed. What a perfect timing, by the time I reached her place, the rain started pouring heavily turning into a thunder storm.

About Nani: I knew her through another friend Asnidah (who is now in Canada), during my uni time in Surrey. She used to come visit her cousion who were doing Masters in the same uni and from there I got to know her. Although I was in KL from a number of years upon returning from UK, I only met her a few times, the last one being during the lunch I had at he stall in the food court of BSKL (Bursar Saham Kuala Lumpur) about 2.5 years ago. May be less. About six months ago, I received the news about her condition from Asnidah. It was a shocking news since she’s only 36 years old. What was more shocking is the fact that the siblings, nephews and nieces who live in the same house totally ignore her, and none has the sympathy to help her going through the suffering. From the first day of the stroke attack until now (it’s about 9 months now), she has to get taxi and help from neighbours to take her to hospital for check-up etc.. A few times time she stumbled while getting of taxi. With only one arm usable, you could imagine how diffcult for her to stand up. No one bother to cook for her - once she had to look for food from a cousin living next door. The mother is the one person in the house who has been taking care of her for the past 9 months. At the age of 72, it was understable the worries going through her mind. It was touching when she in tears expressed her concern over Nani’s fate once she’s no longer in this world. She’s been praying that Nani would soon recover, and her advise is for her to leave the family and look for a new life in another country. What they’ve done to her is worse than animals!

Once the rain subsided, I left Nani’s home and headed to Bandar Kinrara to my sister’s. About 6 something I took the LRT back to KL.

A colleague from Switzerland was also in town. So, we decided to have dinner together at Restoran Seri Melayu (famous for huge selection of buffet dishes and traditional dance performance). The weather was improving, which was good.

Having heard a lot about the famous Beach Club, my colleague suggested that we visit the place afterwards. OK, if you wish so. What we experienced later was quite shocking. The GROs (or more precisely prostitutes) working there were so daring that they did anything to get you to agree to take them back to your hotel. One guy from Doha Bank (his T-shirt suggested so), was getting free “a*s-on-d*ck” treatment form a chubby Filipino girl with one of her hands playing with his balls on the dance floor. Shit! It was a shocking act considering how open the club was. I would rather not explain their modus operandi on me. But nothing happened - I left the place alone and slept alone in my big king size bed. My colleague … ? He happily abandoned me at 12 AM. Whether he slept alone, I don’t know ……………… zzzzzzzzzzzz. Another late night.