Saturday, December 31, 2005


I am moving to Come and visit me over there.

This blog will still be alive, but will only be used as reference.

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Sunday, December 25, 2005

Kuala Lumpur LRT

A lady sleeping at the LRT station, probably tired waiting for someone.

Traders at the tunnel to the LRT station

Escallator down to the tunnel of the LRT station.

A bakery at the LRT station.

A business card maker at the LRT station.

Phone booths and auto-ticket kiosks.

Manned ticket kiosk.

The ticketted gates.

Train arrival, auto door opening

In the train, and there is no driver.

An above ground station, above the busy thoroughfare.

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Saturday, December 24, 2005

Christmas in Kuala Lumpur

Some scenes worth noting. Just a glimpse of Christmas in Kuala Lumpur.

Extract from:

By Alf McCreary
24 December 2005


'Police guard churches as tension mounts - 59 people arrested, military equipment seized'

"Incidentally, during a stopover in Malaysia, I noticed that the Christmas celebrations were greatly evident - and this in a largely Moslem country - which makes the intolerance of Christmas by our humanists all the more narrow minded."

Santa looks real enough.

Car in the snow?

Pretty Malaysia girls santa.

Large christmas tree in a hotel lounge.

At the hotel receptions.

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Thursday, December 15, 2005



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Sunday, December 11, 2005

Kuantan River

Kuantan river looking east in the morning.
Meandering by the Kuantan (for English, please click on the 'Versi Inggeris' button) town, slow and muddy.

All swampy on the other bank. Peaceful daytime, fishermen using it to move to sea, and to come back with loads of fresh fish.

Dark and mysterious at night where small time hobby anglers cast their lines by the esplanade, few come now during monsoon season but full at mid year season.

Weekend night river tour is available, to see the night illuminated beauty of the town. And twice a day river tour can be made to see the mangroves and activities inside.

Historical but not recorded; the only signs are the old Muslim graveyard by the bank of the river. Hundreds of years probably.

Once a barrier between the affluent town folks and the poor fisherman on the other side, now no more with a brigde across it. (the picture is not very clear but the bridge is there. Al the pictures was taken in the morning, the sun was just peeping out behind the heavy monsoon cloud).

River flowing for years to come, rubbish dump, means of communication, probably one day a beauty to behold. Only time will tell.

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