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My feet are killing me.

The Gallery had a buka puasa cum launch event yesterday so I left later than usual from work. Even stopped by Kinokuniya to pick up a copy of Murakami's Running Book.

But if I had left like usual, I probably would have been on one of the trains involved in the collision near the Bukit Jalil station on the Ampang LRT line yesterday. The time and place of the accident is right about the time and place I would have been on the train if I hadn't gone home late. That is a very scary thought. (But not as scary as the thought that the Ampang Line has been becoming less and less reliable ever since RapidKL took over 4 years ago.)

It was a really unusual scene when I got on the platform at Masjid Jamek around 10pm. I was expecting it to be more or less devoid of people, but what greeted me was a scene equal to rush hour at 6pm! Had to wait for the train for ages, and it only went on till Tasik Selatan. From there there was a temporary feeder bus service to ferry passengers to the remaining stations.

You'd expect RapidKL to provide these feeder bus services for free to make up for the inconvenience, but no! passengers had to pay an extra RM1 to get on. What a bunch of lowlife scammers.

Anyways, all the while I was standing and now my feet hurt like heck, which doesn't give me the right mood in which I can read Murakami's Running Book. Sigh.
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  1. Jo25/9/08 9:59 am

    Glad you weren't on the early train even if your feet do hurt. Better just feet ache than being a crash victim.

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  2. Ted Mahsun25/9/08 1:56 pm

    You're right, you're right. I am grateful that I wasn't on the train when it happened.

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  3. Anonymous26/9/08 11:29 am

    I hate taking the LRT during rush hour!

    Ted, would you care to join a cover design contest? Details at my blog. Check it out, please. Thanks!

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  4. Ted Mahsun26/9/08 11:42 am

    Ooh! I will! Shall post about it on my blog as well!

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