The Ride Home

We had an eventful night tonight. The original plan was to get Idlan registered for his national ID card tonight as we read that the registration centre was opened until 10pm. It turned out that they closed early during Ramadhan. We planned this ahead and had our berbuka at my inlaw's place before going to the centre which was located in Keramat.

Denied!

So, as we only drove the MPV into the centre, I had to turn back to pick up my car in Gombak. Rather than drove everybody back, I decided to let Anita drive the MPV to the apartment while I took the LRT back to Gombak and sort out my car.

As it was just after Isya', the LRT was very quiet and it turned out to be quite a pleasant ride. I was back to my inlaw's place within 20 minutes, and had another pleasant drive back to the apartment. It worked out fine in the end ....

Night Train

To meet up with Anita and the boys in Gombak, I decided against driving there. I knew that Anita would be tired to drive on her own, and so I decided to take the LRT there.

It wasn't bad at the stations but getting to the station and walking away once I got off to my in-law's place was rather intimidating. For some reason, the stations were not blessed with ample lighting. Maybe to save on the cost.

One good thing about the trip was the good cellular coverage throughout the journey. And it was good to see that there were plenty of people using public transport late on a Sunday night as I did. It was definitely not that bad.

The LRT

The last I used the LRT was some time last year. I really didn't mind it. But for Anita, last Friday was the first time that she actually used the service in town. She rode once from Gombak to KLCC with the boys during quiet hours when the coaches were empty. This time around, we decided to take a ride on a Friday afternoon.

Getting onto the top of the platformI finished work early, and with the weather being gorgeous, we decided to head into town while trying to avoid the mad Friday afternoon traffic. The solution, we parked at Nu Sentral and hopped next door at KL Sentral to take the LRT. Two stops later, we were already at Masjid Jamek, taking the exit and walking towards the bazaar at Masjid India.

Coming back was rather more challenging as the brunt of the rush hour crowd had ascended towards KL Sentral. Again, we took the LRT train from Masjid Jamek for a couple of stops back to our car.

At Masjid Jamek stop where the ceiling was flooding during one of those heavy KL rainfallUnfortunately when I arrived at Nu Sentral, I received a call from the hospital. I had to sort out a couple of patients there, one at the Casualty. My plan to join the Nurse's Night Dinner were blown again this year ...

This Is News

I couldn't resist it when my cousin put up a message on Facebook about this explosion on the toilet seat at the Rampai LRT station, injuring a 22-year-old. I just couldn't describe whether to feel sad, angry or laugh out loud. Such was the state of the social ill in the country. I'm sure it wouldn't be funny it it were to happen to you.