
I managed to escape early from my afternoon clinic last week to join Anita and the boys at KLCC where Idlan went to see Azida, my ENT Surgeon friend. Idlan had been troubled by rhinitis and has responded well to treatment. I arrived there late and only joined them after they had their afternoon tea.
But in time for a walk at the KLCC park, followed by dinner after.
As long as they ran around in circles, I was happy
A nice breezy afternoon it was
Not sure what they were building hereBeing a Wednesday afternoon, the crowd there was a lot smaller than usual. There were people actually in the public pool, but the boys was mainly at the playground. They were already in their track bottoms from school, properly dressed for the run around.
There were renovations going around at the park, and there seemed to be a new building being erected between Suria KLCC and the mosque.
Yes Idlan, 1 more kilometres
Wait for me .....
Time to get back to the civilisation Hopefully there were no plans to extend the development further as the park was a breath of fresh air in the middle of the city. People still jogged around there in the afternoon - which my boys tried to imitate.
We stayed there until almost 7 before heading inside for dinner. The boys were already cranky by then.

Memories of Merdeka
I'm not going to pretend that I'm a patriotic kind. But having lived abroad for a big chunk of my student life did put things into perspective somewhat. And for Merdeka Day, most of the students used to congregate at the High Commissioner's Residence in London for a quick get together and food, clad in their traditional costumes.
I guessed that made things felt rather different from the ordinary routine.
The first and only time that I joined in - making a trip to London from where I was based was rather tricky - was soon after I first arrived in 1990. I remembered that the High Commissioner's house was just outside Central London. We took a train there and then a short walk from the station. From afar you could see your fellow Malaysian in their Baju Melayu and Baju Kurung. Quite a sight in a foreign land.
We were ushered in, plenty of food at the garden this being late sunmer when the weather was still warm. A few of the students happened to be children of well known parents from back home and were known personally by the Commisioner or his staffs. They got to be introduced around, while us ordinary folk just mingled around looking perplexed.
We then decided from then on that maybe hanging around and meeting friends at Malaysia Hall was a better idea. Elitism can be stuffy .......