Memory In Petalling Street @ 茨厂街的回忆

I still remember , when I was studying primary school, the very first time I visit Kuala Lumpur with my father , was that me and my father attend my sister schoolarship ceremony at Pudu...

Me and my father take Sri Maju bus all the way down to Pudu Raya Bus Stop, it was so crowded and I was so scare ... I just hold my dad hand so tight, because I scare I will be kidnapped... All the way down before me and my father meet my sister, those ppl are yelling to sell bus ticket, yelling to ask you where you going and some even worst they block you to talk to you... And those ppl who are waiting bus, they just keep on looking their watch or the big clock at the wall, and some ppl are having conversation with the management of bus company( i bet its about the delay of bus ^^ ) ....



After me and my father meet my sister, we go to the ceremony... And after the ceremony , my sister bring me and my dad walking around Kuala Lumpur... I remember it is Petalling Street and KLCC...

At Petalling Street, because of the damm hot weather, 3 of us go to a shop name 恭和堂（kong woh tong , a famous leong shui shop ) to drink 龟苓膏 and 王老吉, to relief the hot ...

After that we walking around and see a lot of thing...

Then , we went to Pasar seni lrt station to take train to KLCC... But we want to save money at tat time , so only my father and sister buy ticket, i dun have a ticket...So, when pass the counter, my dad just hug me around to his tight arm, and bring me across the ticket counter...


Now, i guess its more than 10++ years now... And my father is at somewhere where he live happily there, no worries,no tears, no sorrow.... But today, 02/03/2011, I'm alone in the lrt station and walking down the way petalling street alone..
Its not clearly why i feel the feeling is kinda weird, maybe my dad is watching me from the above, maybe i hope tat my dad was here , walking the street together with e....

At the lrt station, now i use touch n go.. but i didnt go across the counter fast, i was stunned for a while at the counter, i remenber the memories tat my dad hold me to his arm...

YOU HANDS ARE TOUGH BUT THEY ARE WHERE MY BELONGINGS... I know tat it is impossible tat my dad will be with me tat day, if even he really there, he wouldn't be able to hold me...


When i get back hometown, i find those photo for tat day , the day where i go kuala lumpur for the first time ..