As my trip to kl draws to an end, i have mixed feelings. Sad that i'll be leaving KL and all the nice shopping malls, and good roads, low yat, all the food, all the travel. But what i'm going to miss most is the family in which i have stayed for the most part of these two weeks.
I am really grateful to Alvin's family for having me all these time, for treating me like family. I got to go for a dinner with all the aunties and his granny and two cousins. And for alvin for driving us almost everywhere. My sincere thanks to you all. On thursday i'll be heading to Kuching for 10 days. I'm so looking forward to it. On another note, there is a certain rift between me and my mom. Somehow she has this idea that something is bothering me, and she's always right. Its partly i fault, i've not been calling as much as i used to. I just wish she can be calm and not worry too much.
I have this habit of buying books. I don't really read all the books i buy because i'm quite busy and also because i'm lazy to sit down and read. And its amazing that i can buy books and read because i remember some time ago when my mom would put me into this routine to read books and in the process i read one book that suggested I buy books even though i don't read them and i think thats why.
Remain blessed :)
~shalom~
Showing posts with label kl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kl. Show all posts
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
the trip so far
I've not had time to blog because i've not really had the time to a computer. I think one of the good things about not having a computer at the moment is that my online time has greatly reduced. I hope it doesn't change when i get Delia.
KL is a mad house, the roads go everywhere, i would get lost if i were not with people who are from here. So far its been good. A typical day starts at about 9 or then, and when you go out of the house you can only get back at about 12 or 1. Its that crazy. I wonder how the young people here can take all the busyness.
Went to City Harvest today. It was quite nice la, only thing was that i went late and had to sit outside the hall. That in itself was the weirdest church experience for me. I literally spent the afternoon watching the televised version of the service going on beyond the glass doors. There simply was no room in the hall. But the service was good, i enjoyed myself. And guess what the pastor was talking about? {kenin was so pleased with himself that the pastor is from Tawau} The R word, ah relationships. It seems like its a hot topic these days, everywhere i go i can't seem to run away from it. But like i said it was good.
So after church, we had food fellowship with the church folks, and kenin's friends then went to meet up with cheryl, grace, erina at the curve for the rest of the afternoon. There we watched the bank job. Not bad though i didn't really enjoy the movie it was more of a history kind of thing for me but well i guess its the time spent with friends that count. After the movie we just hanged out, didn't do much shopping though someone spent over 300 today.
Tomorrow, i mean today we'll be driving to penang for a few days. I can't wait to go penang finally, after everything the penang people say the food one very nice one. The moment of truth is near.
Ok la nothing much to say oso. And no i didnt take much pictures. Carrying my camera around is becoming a burdensome undertaking so might not have a lot of pictures of the trip. Remain blessed and under His love ;)
~shalom~
KL is a mad house, the roads go everywhere, i would get lost if i were not with people who are from here. So far its been good. A typical day starts at about 9 or then, and when you go out of the house you can only get back at about 12 or 1. Its that crazy. I wonder how the young people here can take all the busyness.
Went to City Harvest today. It was quite nice la, only thing was that i went late and had to sit outside the hall. That in itself was the weirdest church experience for me. I literally spent the afternoon watching the televised version of the service going on beyond the glass doors. There simply was no room in the hall. But the service was good, i enjoyed myself. And guess what the pastor was talking about? {kenin was so pleased with himself that the pastor is from Tawau} The R word, ah relationships. It seems like its a hot topic these days, everywhere i go i can't seem to run away from it. But like i said it was good.
So after church, we had food fellowship with the church folks, and kenin's friends then went to meet up with cheryl, grace, erina at the curve for the rest of the afternoon. There we watched the bank job. Not bad though i didn't really enjoy the movie it was more of a history kind of thing for me but well i guess its the time spent with friends that count. After the movie we just hanged out, didn't do much shopping though someone spent over 300 today.
Tomorrow, i mean today we'll be driving to penang for a few days. I can't wait to go penang finally, after everything the penang people say the food one very nice one. The moment of truth is near.
Ok la nothing much to say oso. And no i didnt take much pictures. Carrying my camera around is becoming a burdensome undertaking so might not have a lot of pictures of the trip. Remain blessed and under His love ;)
~shalom~
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Why do you need to go to kl?
The reason
I was asked this morning by Yan Hui who's too lazy to read my blog! Weeeell I needed to renew my passport which expires in November. I also needed to extend my student pass and the immigration authorities will not do that unless my passport is valid for atleast year.
It all started on Monday when i got a call informing me of all these and so I made a few calls to the Nigerian High Commission asking for information on what is required to renew my passport, made most of the preparations and took a 6:40 flight on Wednesday morning. My plan was to do everything on that Wednesday and come back the same day. That made sense but its quite boring so it didn't go that way and i had to spend the night in KL.
Noob
I've been to KL several times but most times its for camps and the last time i went was for the PS conference with most of the Bethany folks. And of course with Michael and Philip but that was different. This time i'm all alone. I got to LCCT and didn't know what to do. Thank God i was able to get through to Li ern and asked for directions. She told me to take the 9 Ringgit but to KL sentral and then a train to Ampang park. Then i should be able to locate the Nigerian High Commission. Sounds simple enough, and actually it is but things turned out slightly different.
Before i called Li ern i just stood outside the Airport crossed my arm, with my heavy backpack and observed, where were all the other people going? Why did they take the red bus and not the other one. Why is there a difference in pricing? Do all the buses here go to the same place? These were thoughts i was trying to answer simply by observing but it did me no good so i called.
Instead of taking the RM9 bus i horridly took the RM8 bus. No one was in it. I didnt get it, its cheap, people should rush in but no. I waited and waited and a few old people came in. Ok not that old but pretty old la. There was no young person in the bus. I was like :sigh: the 1 ringgit is no not worth it.
The bus delayed and delayed until it was about 9:30 then it felt with about 5 passengers. No choice one. I was relieved, it least we're moving. I remember writing in a small notepad my mom bought for me these thoughts
Follow the directions
I made it to KL sentral, got a ticket to Ampang park and then got on the wrong train. I was suppose to take the train on platform A but i took the platform B train going the opposite direction. When i noticed I didn't get off immediately i waited for the next stop then get off. At this point I was running late, I need to make it to the High Commission {HC} early so that I can finish early since they only attend to people from 9am to 12pm.
I got out of the subterranean ecosystem and went up to the open streets. Tried to find a taxi that would take me there but none was willing. So down the mole hole again to get on the right train.
I finally arrived at the Ampang park station and then I called Christian for directions. He told me to ask any of the taxis they should know the place. He was wrong. About three taxis i asked were clueless i was like what the... I thought knowledge of the surrounding was a prerequisite to being a taxi driver. After trying taxi after taxi I met one who was not sure where the Nigerian HC was but knew the Ghanian Embassy. That was good enough for me I guess.
Finally got there and gave them my documents, and they asked me for the receipt of payment. You see usually we do all payments there but some genius thought it would be best to make all payments online, so we have to go to the HC's website and pay there. Even at that the process is not intuitive and its quite frankly annoying. My documents were not complete, i needed to write an application letter, make the payments, print out the proof of payment and pass all these to them. It was getting late and even though i made the payments i didnt know where to print it out and even if i did i couldnt make it on time to the HC to submit everything. I had to spend the night in KL.
I heart Starbucks
While i was in KL starbuck at Times Square became like my office+hangout place. For some reason alot of Arabians come there alot. All kinds from the modernish to the very traditional. And oh do the kid look so pretty. Made me wish for that little instant to have a kid like that. {Daydreaming.}
My father bought one of the cards they use in Nigeria to make payments for these kind of stuff {passport renewal stuff} so he gave me the details and i used it to make the payments. But couldn't find a place to print. So i messaged Chris, didn't dare call her again since the last time i called she was in class. This time she wasn't in class so i asked her where i could print out this payment thing around the times square area. She was not too sure but told me the most likely place to print is a cybercafe. That was good enough. Now i needed to find a cybercafe. Looked around and it seemed like an odd place for a cybercafe to be located. That was when i decided that i would probably have to do all these tomorrow.
For the entire time i used the free wifi at Starbucks i didnt by anything from starbucks. So bad, i know but they could have told me anyway. The way i see it, its nothing personal, its just business. Besides they make a ton of money every day with all those Arabians.
A room for the night
Not sure where to get accommodation, i called Anthony and he said there are lots of hotels at Bukit Bintang, just to confirm, i called prince too and he said BB also so BB it was but which one? Now I could have stayed with friends but they live so far from the city, or with Mark but i called him and he didn't pick up.
I went to the Bintang Warisan Hotel, Prince recommended it saying its nice and its a three star hotel. All i was thinking was its expensive. But i went anyway and was greeted by a semi illiterate, rude human being who almost certainly failed in business. I wanted a room for the night and even though it was 190 bucks i was willing to pay but he told me off. I was hurt and went way. Its probably God's way of helping me save money :D
I walked just a few blocks from the hotel from hell and found a place that almost looks looks like a drycleaning service, the Hotel Putra Bintang. I asked for a room for the night and they gave me one at 65. There were cheaper rooms but they were all occupied and this was the last of three left so i took it.
The place was not the best place to spend the night so i was glad i only spent the night. The TV didn't work at first but i found the problem and fixed it. The ceiling was quite irritating and air conditioner wasn't that cold. I was a bit scared of the bed but got over it. Just for the night i kept telling myself.
I needed to leave all my stuff in the room and get to a cybercafe and print the receipts so i prayed and left my laptop and my bag in the room. Fortunately, everything was the way it was when i came back. I got the receipts printed out and i was ready for the next day. Stayed indoors after that. I didnt leave the room from 7 something until the next day.
Weird breakfast
Morning came and i got up early, checked out and went to take my breakfast. I didnt want to start my day with rice so i had this mee instead. Not sure what it was but they lady kept asking me if it wanted the soup i said yeah i did and after asking for drinks she asked again, just to confirm and i bodohly said yes again. I knew i was in for trouble at that point.
The mee came, it was filled with soup and didnt look nice. {what a way to start the morning i murmured} Its basically white mee with soup and vege. Nothing else. No spices, nothing. It was so weird i felt even the Chinese people didnt eat that. But i managed to eat it and pretended to enjoy it, drinking the soup with one hand and using the chopsticks with the other. Thank God i had teh tarik to weather the bland taste. I finished up, paid and ran away from that place.
Rapid KL
I was told to take the rapid kl to get to Ampang park. So i looked at the route and discovered I needed the B103 bus. But it never came and i was waiting and waiting so another plan had to be devised. I remembered the last time i went to the HC we went through KLCC so i took the bus to KLCC and took a taxi to the HC. Rapid KL is just 2 bucks for the whole day as long as you follow the same route. I was on the BANDAR route. I actually found out it was 2bucks for the whole day online while at starbucks.
I came to the HC and submitted all my documents. This time everything was complete yet they asked me to come back by 3pm. This time i made it there early at about 9:30 yet they still asked me to come back at 3pm. I asked if i could wait there until then but what they said shocked me and i still don't understand why. They said if I waited there I would probably get it the next day. Determined not to spend another night in KL i quickly went away. I decided to walk a bit instead of waiting for a taxi. The walk did me good, i discovered later because i was able to recognise the area around the HC.
I went back to starbucks and spent the remaining time there online.
Taxi drivers
The first taxi driver that took me to the HC in the morning was telling me that Nigeria is such an oil rich country. I discovered while talking to him that he was a soldier in Congo of all places and was ordered to extract {his words} their people from Nigeria in the 80's i think because of a conflict there. He said he didn't understand why people lived in poverty while there were oilpipelines all over the place. He'd expected development but to his surprise he saw the opposite. He went on about how arrogant oil companies can be and how Dr. Mahathir helped Malaysia to establish Petronas and other nice nice things he said about the former PM. We really wanted Dr. M to stay on, and he didnt like the current PM very much too. I learnt that he, the taxi driver, was also from Ampang and he said it wasn't always like that. There's development now. And I couldn't help but feel sorry for my Country and state. But things are changing albeit at a snails pace.
The taxi that took me to starbucks was another unique character. He said he wanted to visit Africa some day, i was like wow thats nice, he said go South Africa and work his way to Saudi Arabia, like that. Just vacation for a while. "I'm tired everyday go klcc, go times square, boring man!" He was proud to be a taxi driver though. He said confidently that he was able to see his first son through University with his job but he's worried about his daughter. She doesn't want to go to school. So he's thinking of setting up a business.
He claims to be skilled in making car seats, and fixing old ones. He's also good at panel beating and is very proud of his home town Kelantan. Not sure if thats the spelling. But he boasts that his people are strong and good at crafts and handiwork. He boasts that KL people are all talk people. They cannot stand in the face of conflict but his people are brave and so on.
Then he went on to reveal that he's had some girl friends while a taxi driver. Was quite pleased with himself for that. I just let out a mischievous laugh. He looked like a person who talked alot but i enjoyed his tales.
The last interesting driver was indian. At about 2:30 after taking my lunch close to Low Yat Plaza, i went out to look for a taxi. Couldn't find one, so i walked a bit, and kept walking, changing my position to see if it improves my luck but no. What happened? I kept walking until i found myself at Bukit Bintang where i spent the night.
Finally found a taxi, told him Jalan Ampang and he said 10 ringgit.
taximan: 10 ringgit
me: 7 ringgit
taximan: ok 8 ringgit
me: 7 ringgit
taximan: Ok la ok la lets go.
I was quite pleased with myself, i was running late yet i had the time to bargain even though i'm still paying a premium. He was the local type of Indians, he asked me if i've a student i said yes, he asked me if i sell watches because he saw my watch and wanted one. I said no then i gave him my watch to take a look see and said
taximan: nice, mont blanc
me: yeah
taximan: how much?
I told him
taximan: original?
I told him and told him where i bought it.
Then we went on about some of the businesses he knows Nigerians are involved in and i tried to tell him, not good la and he passively consigned. He promised to take 7 ringgit because we're the same skin color. I didn't know whether to be pleased or sad. He was a character. But he was true to his word and took me there. Even though i was leading him to the place.
Got to the HC half an hour late but they didn't seem to mind. A few minutes later a short but pretty looking Indian lady brought my passport with the stamp that extends its validity until 2012. I was so thankful to her, finally i could go home. But a thought came to me. To think that i went through all these wahala {trouble} for one green stamp.
I've got time!
I wish i had time to do alot of things. Actually i did but my mind was just focused on the task at hand that i didn't let myself lose in the city. But i did have time to eat at Times Square, visit, FOS, and Angela wanted to meet for lunch but i only noticed her message quite late. From the HC i headed for the airport. Thanks to Angel i got to the AirAsia office at KL Sentral and bought a 7:40 flight to Kuching. This time i went with the RM9 bus and enjoyed it.
Thank Yous
I want to thank Chris, Christian, Angela, Prince, Anthony and everyone who helped in more ways than one. Everyone who called, showed concern, prayed. Xie Xie.
~shalom~
I was asked this morning by Yan Hui who's too lazy to read my blog! Weeeell I needed to renew my passport which expires in November. I also needed to extend my student pass and the immigration authorities will not do that unless my passport is valid for atleast year.
It all started on Monday when i got a call informing me of all these and so I made a few calls to the Nigerian High Commission asking for information on what is required to renew my passport, made most of the preparations and took a 6:40 flight on Wednesday morning. My plan was to do everything on that Wednesday and come back the same day. That made sense but its quite boring so it didn't go that way and i had to spend the night in KL.
Noob
I've been to KL several times but most times its for camps and the last time i went was for the PS conference with most of the Bethany folks. And of course with Michael and Philip but that was different. This time i'm all alone. I got to LCCT and didn't know what to do. Thank God i was able to get through to Li ern and asked for directions. She told me to take the 9 Ringgit but to KL sentral and then a train to Ampang park. Then i should be able to locate the Nigerian High Commission. Sounds simple enough, and actually it is but things turned out slightly different.
Before i called Li ern i just stood outside the Airport crossed my arm, with my heavy backpack and observed, where were all the other people going? Why did they take the red bus and not the other one. Why is there a difference in pricing? Do all the buses here go to the same place? These were thoughts i was trying to answer simply by observing but it did me no good so i called.
Instead of taking the RM9 bus i horridly took the RM8 bus. No one was in it. I didnt get it, its cheap, people should rush in but no. I waited and waited and a few old people came in. Ok not that old but pretty old la. There was no young person in the bus. I was like :sigh: the 1 ringgit is no not worth it.
The bus delayed and delayed until it was about 9:30 then it felt with about 5 passengers. No choice one. I was relieved, it least we're moving. I remember writing in a small notepad my mom bought for me these thoughts
Called Li ern to ask for directions to Jalan Ampang, I need to take the RM9 bus to KL Sentral and a train to Ampang. I took the RM8 bus. Its so not worth it compared to the RM9 bus and I really need to get to an ATM.Lesson learned.
Follow the directions
I made it to KL sentral, got a ticket to Ampang park and then got on the wrong train. I was suppose to take the train on platform A but i took the platform B train going the opposite direction. When i noticed I didn't get off immediately i waited for the next stop then get off. At this point I was running late, I need to make it to the High Commission {HC} early so that I can finish early since they only attend to people from 9am to 12pm.
I got out of the subterranean ecosystem and went up to the open streets. Tried to find a taxi that would take me there but none was willing. So down the mole hole again to get on the right train.
I finally arrived at the Ampang park station and then I called Christian for directions. He told me to ask any of the taxis they should know the place. He was wrong. About three taxis i asked were clueless i was like what the... I thought knowledge of the surrounding was a prerequisite to being a taxi driver. After trying taxi after taxi I met one who was not sure where the Nigerian HC was but knew the Ghanian Embassy. That was good enough for me I guess.
Finally got there and gave them my documents, and they asked me for the receipt of payment. You see usually we do all payments there but some genius thought it would be best to make all payments online, so we have to go to the HC's website and pay there. Even at that the process is not intuitive and its quite frankly annoying. My documents were not complete, i needed to write an application letter, make the payments, print out the proof of payment and pass all these to them. It was getting late and even though i made the payments i didnt know where to print it out and even if i did i couldnt make it on time to the HC to submit everything. I had to spend the night in KL.
I heart Starbucks
While i was in KL starbuck at Times Square became like my office+hangout place. For some reason alot of Arabians come there alot. All kinds from the modernish to the very traditional. And oh do the kid look so pretty. Made me wish for that little instant to have a kid like that. {Daydreaming.}
My father bought one of the cards they use in Nigeria to make payments for these kind of stuff {passport renewal stuff} so he gave me the details and i used it to make the payments. But couldn't find a place to print. So i messaged Chris, didn't dare call her again since the last time i called she was in class. This time she wasn't in class so i asked her where i could print out this payment thing around the times square area. She was not too sure but told me the most likely place to print is a cybercafe. That was good enough. Now i needed to find a cybercafe. Looked around and it seemed like an odd place for a cybercafe to be located. That was when i decided that i would probably have to do all these tomorrow.
For the entire time i used the free wifi at Starbucks i didnt by anything from starbucks. So bad, i know but they could have told me anyway. The way i see it, its nothing personal, its just business. Besides they make a ton of money every day with all those Arabians.
A room for the night
Not sure where to get accommodation, i called Anthony and he said there are lots of hotels at Bukit Bintang, just to confirm, i called prince too and he said BB also so BB it was but which one? Now I could have stayed with friends but they live so far from the city, or with Mark but i called him and he didn't pick up.
I went to the Bintang Warisan Hotel, Prince recommended it saying its nice and its a three star hotel. All i was thinking was its expensive. But i went anyway and was greeted by a semi illiterate, rude human being who almost certainly failed in business. I wanted a room for the night and even though it was 190 bucks i was willing to pay but he told me off. I was hurt and went way. Its probably God's way of helping me save money :D
I walked just a few blocks from the hotel from hell and found a place that almost looks looks like a drycleaning service, the Hotel Putra Bintang. I asked for a room for the night and they gave me one at 65. There were cheaper rooms but they were all occupied and this was the last of three left so i took it.
The place was not the best place to spend the night so i was glad i only spent the night. The TV didn't work at first but i found the problem and fixed it. The ceiling was quite irritating and air conditioner wasn't that cold. I was a bit scared of the bed but got over it. Just for the night i kept telling myself.
I needed to leave all my stuff in the room and get to a cybercafe and print the receipts so i prayed and left my laptop and my bag in the room. Fortunately, everything was the way it was when i came back. I got the receipts printed out and i was ready for the next day. Stayed indoors after that. I didnt leave the room from 7 something until the next day.
Weird breakfast
Morning came and i got up early, checked out and went to take my breakfast. I didnt want to start my day with rice so i had this mee instead. Not sure what it was but they lady kept asking me if it wanted the soup i said yeah i did and after asking for drinks she asked again, just to confirm and i bodohly said yes again. I knew i was in for trouble at that point.
The mee came, it was filled with soup and didnt look nice. {what a way to start the morning i murmured} Its basically white mee with soup and vege. Nothing else. No spices, nothing. It was so weird i felt even the Chinese people didnt eat that. But i managed to eat it and pretended to enjoy it, drinking the soup with one hand and using the chopsticks with the other. Thank God i had teh tarik to weather the bland taste. I finished up, paid and ran away from that place.
Rapid KL
I was told to take the rapid kl to get to Ampang park. So i looked at the route and discovered I needed the B103 bus. But it never came and i was waiting and waiting so another plan had to be devised. I remembered the last time i went to the HC we went through KLCC so i took the bus to KLCC and took a taxi to the HC. Rapid KL is just 2 bucks for the whole day as long as you follow the same route. I was on the BANDAR route. I actually found out it was 2bucks for the whole day online while at starbucks.
I came to the HC and submitted all my documents. This time everything was complete yet they asked me to come back by 3pm. This time i made it there early at about 9:30 yet they still asked me to come back at 3pm. I asked if i could wait there until then but what they said shocked me and i still don't understand why. They said if I waited there I would probably get it the next day. Determined not to spend another night in KL i quickly went away. I decided to walk a bit instead of waiting for a taxi. The walk did me good, i discovered later because i was able to recognise the area around the HC.
I went back to starbucks and spent the remaining time there online.
Taxi drivers
The first taxi driver that took me to the HC in the morning was telling me that Nigeria is such an oil rich country. I discovered while talking to him that he was a soldier in Congo of all places and was ordered to extract {his words} their people from Nigeria in the 80's i think because of a conflict there. He said he didn't understand why people lived in poverty while there were oilpipelines all over the place. He'd expected development but to his surprise he saw the opposite. He went on about how arrogant oil companies can be and how Dr. Mahathir helped Malaysia to establish Petronas and other nice nice things he said about the former PM. We really wanted Dr. M to stay on, and he didnt like the current PM very much too. I learnt that he, the taxi driver, was also from Ampang and he said it wasn't always like that. There's development now. And I couldn't help but feel sorry for my Country and state. But things are changing albeit at a snails pace.
The taxi that took me to starbucks was another unique character. He said he wanted to visit Africa some day, i was like wow thats nice, he said go South Africa and work his way to Saudi Arabia, like that. Just vacation for a while. "I'm tired everyday go klcc, go times square, boring man!" He was proud to be a taxi driver though. He said confidently that he was able to see his first son through University with his job but he's worried about his daughter. She doesn't want to go to school. So he's thinking of setting up a business.
He claims to be skilled in making car seats, and fixing old ones. He's also good at panel beating and is very proud of his home town Kelantan. Not sure if thats the spelling. But he boasts that his people are strong and good at crafts and handiwork. He boasts that KL people are all talk people. They cannot stand in the face of conflict but his people are brave and so on.
Then he went on to reveal that he's had some girl friends while a taxi driver. Was quite pleased with himself for that. I just let out a mischievous laugh. He looked like a person who talked alot but i enjoyed his tales.
The last interesting driver was indian. At about 2:30 after taking my lunch close to Low Yat Plaza, i went out to look for a taxi. Couldn't find one, so i walked a bit, and kept walking, changing my position to see if it improves my luck but no. What happened? I kept walking until i found myself at Bukit Bintang where i spent the night.
Finally found a taxi, told him Jalan Ampang and he said 10 ringgit.
taximan: 10 ringgit
me: 7 ringgit
taximan: ok 8 ringgit
me: 7 ringgit
taximan: Ok la ok la lets go.
I was quite pleased with myself, i was running late yet i had the time to bargain even though i'm still paying a premium. He was the local type of Indians, he asked me if i've a student i said yes, he asked me if i sell watches because he saw my watch and wanted one. I said no then i gave him my watch to take a look see and said
taximan: nice, mont blanc
me: yeah
taximan: how much?
I told him
taximan: original?
I told him and told him where i bought it.
Then we went on about some of the businesses he knows Nigerians are involved in and i tried to tell him, not good la and he passively consigned. He promised to take 7 ringgit because we're the same skin color. I didn't know whether to be pleased or sad. He was a character. But he was true to his word and took me there. Even though i was leading him to the place.
Got to the HC half an hour late but they didn't seem to mind. A few minutes later a short but pretty looking Indian lady brought my passport with the stamp that extends its validity until 2012. I was so thankful to her, finally i could go home. But a thought came to me. To think that i went through all these wahala {trouble} for one green stamp.
I've got time!
I wish i had time to do alot of things. Actually i did but my mind was just focused on the task at hand that i didn't let myself lose in the city. But i did have time to eat at Times Square, visit, FOS, and Angela wanted to meet for lunch but i only noticed her message quite late. From the HC i headed for the airport. Thanks to Angel i got to the AirAsia office at KL Sentral and bought a 7:40 flight to Kuching. This time i went with the RM9 bus and enjoyed it.
Thank Yous
I want to thank Chris, Christian, Angela, Prince, Anthony and everyone who helped in more ways than one. Everyone who called, showed concern, prayed. Xie Xie.
~shalom~
Thursday, July 12, 2007
lcct update
Thank God i'm going back to kuching. I'm at LCCT now on the 7:40 flight to kuching. The battery on my lappie is not strong so this is just an update. A complete post will follow when i get home.
KL is not that bad when you get the hang of it. I wish i could stay longer and visit low yat plaza. I guess another time.
{update}
I'm back home now, i just want to hug my bed. Good night
~shalom~
KL is not that bad when you get the hang of it. I wish i could stay longer and visit low yat plaza. I guess another time.
{update}
I'm back home now, i just want to hug my bed. Good night
~shalom~
kl day 2
I was fortunate to get an ok room for the night. Today i decided to start early and got a rapid kl bus to KLCC then took a taxi to Jalan Ampang where the Nigerian High Commission is. They have a stop at Ampang but i was not sure if they would stop in a convenient enough place for me to get to the High Commission so i took the taxi instead, cots me 5 bucks.
I've submitted everything they required yet they still want me to come back at 3. That is after asking me if i've already bought i ticket back to Sarawak. Stupid me, i said not yet. I just hope they don't delay me unneccessarily, i wouldn't like to spend another night here. This place is expensive.
Right now i'm at starbucks in Times Square, apperently rapid kl has a stop here i didnt know until i got here, again by taxi. Oh man! I really need a map. I think i've used every form of transportation in KL except the monorail.
I think they transportation authorities are trying to make things easier but its not as easy to get around in KL unlike in Singapore. Things are more straightforward there.
I really hope i can get back today. I miss Kuching already. Another worry is availability of tickets. I understand the rain forest festival is holding soon. I really hope this won't be a problem.
Almost forgot, I would like to thank Li ern for all her help, and Chris and Christian, Prince, and also Anthony. Thanks guys and girls :P
~shalom~
I've submitted everything they required yet they still want me to come back at 3. That is after asking me if i've already bought i ticket back to Sarawak. Stupid me, i said not yet. I just hope they don't delay me unneccessarily, i wouldn't like to spend another night here. This place is expensive.
Right now i'm at starbucks in Times Square, apperently rapid kl has a stop here i didnt know until i got here, again by taxi. Oh man! I really need a map. I think i've used every form of transportation in KL except the monorail.
I think they transportation authorities are trying to make things easier but its not as easy to get around in KL unlike in Singapore. Things are more straightforward there.
I really hope i can get back today. I miss Kuching already. Another worry is availability of tickets. I understand the rain forest festival is holding soon. I really hope this won't be a problem.
Almost forgot, I would like to thank Li ern for all her help, and Chris and Christian, Prince, and also Anthony. Thanks guys and girls :P
~shalom~
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
update from KL
So i get a call on Monday that my student pass cannot be renewed unless i renew my passport which expires in November and for a while there was some tension, some panic but hey I thought, I will be going to KL :D
Well turns out the Nigerian embassy changed some of the runs so that what could have taken me just one day to do and put me on the way back home is taking me more than a day. Apperently someone in the embassy or High Commission since its Malaysia, thought it was a good idea to make all payments online. Through credit cards, paypal and other online transactions that are beyond a humble little student like me.
Fortunately i was able to get my father to buy the card instead of using paypal there's a prepaid card that can be used for these things. The High Commission only attends to applications and submissions from 9am to 12pm and by the time i finished the online payment thingy its already past the time. I still need to print out the receipt and submit it along with my application but that would be tomorrow la. Which means I will be spending the night here.
I don't intend going jalan jalan around here. I think i'll just look around times square, grab something to eat and find a simple place to rest my head for the day. I'm beat.
Hopefully tomorrow i will be able to make it back to Kuching :)
~shalom~
Well turns out the Nigerian embassy changed some of the runs so that what could have taken me just one day to do and put me on the way back home is taking me more than a day. Apperently someone in the embassy or High Commission since its Malaysia, thought it was a good idea to make all payments online. Through credit cards, paypal and other online transactions that are beyond a humble little student like me.
Fortunately i was able to get my father to buy the card instead of using paypal there's a prepaid card that can be used for these things. The High Commission only attends to applications and submissions from 9am to 12pm and by the time i finished the online payment thingy its already past the time. I still need to print out the receipt and submit it along with my application but that would be tomorrow la. Which means I will be spending the night here.
I don't intend going jalan jalan around here. I think i'll just look around times square, grab something to eat and find a simple place to rest my head for the day. I'm beat.
Hopefully tomorrow i will be able to make it back to Kuching :)
~shalom~
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