Rain at the Skybridge

Plans are known to mutate cancerously, given factors that exist such as humans and the unlikely interference by nature. Our outing plan to KL and to stay one night there on Friday the 10th - us being infamous by our extreme last minute tendencies - changed at least four times in the span of two days, up to 10pm on Thursday when we finally decided that we won’t stay there instead.

The original plan was to stay at an apartment my parents ‘have’ since they joined some time-sharing company, but they need at least one 18 and above guest. After Eugene backed out, our backup plan was WH’s auntie’s place, but that didn’t work out in the end as Dan and Andy can only go for one full day instead of staying overnight.

Gotta make do with what you have, so we embarked on our plans as usual by leaving at 8.30am. Wai Hong’s mum suddenly couldn’t fetch us, so we went to KTM by bus instead (Wai Hong, Andy and I met Kai Tzin and Daniel in the same Mini Bus), which got stuck at the tortoise of a traffic jam in front of Summit. By the time we reached KTM it was about 9.30am or almost 10.

We moved on to KLCC station, and went to the Skybridge counter to get our free tickets (they have a quota of released tickets per day). When we reached there at about 11am, we got the 3.45pm ticket, heh.

So we went on to buy an RM10 movie ticket to the movie Big Momma’s House 2 which starts at 1.10pm, then went walking about. Went inside Kinokuniya too.

I have a new endeavour you see, like all my previous endeavours which ended up dead due to my unfortunate hangat-hangat tahi ayam behaviour, and fuelled by my interest in languages and the wish to learn my own heritage’s language, I decided I want to learn Mandarin. Also partly because I want to understand fully what the hell my Chinese-educated friends speak when they talk among themselves.

So I went with Daniel in search for a suitable workbook for kindergarten schoolchildren forced to be young Harvard students at a tender age. The book we found, only about 15 pages with a teensy bit of Chinese characters, was RM6.21. I have no idea why they found the need to price it with the single cent, or at that outrageous price either.

We went to McDonald’s for our lunch since it’s one of the cheapest there.

McD’s near the food court.

WH and Andy camwhoring.

Daniel pretending to be Jay Chou in the Fearless MV.

Big Momma 2 was a downright hilarious show, just a silly comedy as all comedies with no sense are.

We walked around for a bit some more after finishing watching the show at nearly 3pm, then went to the counter of the Skybridge. We were given these yellow tags which you have to wear around your neck, and were ushered in to this cinema-like tiny hall.

Dark and blurrish, but that’s the screen in the centre of this picture.

We have to sit through this cheap-looking and cheap-sounding unwanted educational video on the Petronas Twin Towers, like how tall it actually is, how it symbolises Malaysia’s ‘hopes and aspirations to gear towards a developed nation’, the architecture, and all that dreary shit, for about 10 minutes. I almost slept in utter boredom.

We were then called out (“those with yellow tags may leave the room now” as if we were primary school kids), and had to queue while waiting for your turn to be subjected to a security check-up. While still queuing, we noticed a little Twin Towers-shaped gadget on our right.

This thing has a lever thingy, that pulls the Skybridge mini-model up to the right height. When done correctly, you’ll get a BETUL notice. Someone tells me what the fuck that is supposed to do and educate you - Daniel calls it a waste of the taxpayers’ money which I wholeheartedly agree (I do have to agree, since I’m gonna pay my damn income tax once I turn 18 and I work fulltime somewhere).

The security checkup is somewhat like the ones at the airport. X-ray thingy complete with the conveyer belt, metal detector, random check-up on a random person, etc. Kai Tzin had to put his Swiss penknife in a locker in case he decides to hack away at the Skybridge with the puny blade.

The high-speed elevator with the hundreds of buttons. Apparently it can reach the 41st floor in 41 seconds. >_>

We went up to the Skybridge that has two levels on both the 41st and 42nd floor - only the 41st floor is open to the public. And all that greeted us was…

...rain. It looked like a stunning orchestra of lights, but it’s really the flash playing its role here, against the droplets of water on the window panels.

The view was blurrish, thanks to the rain and the haze-like mist that shrouded most of the area. Reminds me of cold ol’ Genting.

Disappoinment really.

Rain rain rain.

Wai Hong zoomed on these people having a meeting in Tower 2.

The rather dizzyingly high connecting beams.

The overall look of the bridge’s interior.

We asked this pretty ang moh lady, with a fat-assed professional looking camera (she was snapping away at the towers and the bridge), to snap this pic for us. A little blurry.

The worst part is, we were only given 10 minutes to hang around on the bridge. Wtf. By the time we finished snapping away and fool around, the time was up before we knew it. Sad.

We exited the bridge and went into this area full of gizmos that are supposed to attract visitors. One of them was this height-measuring machine, where you stand on this platform and it’ll measure you while informing how tall you are compared to towers like the Twin Towers, KL Tower, etc.

Daniel trying it out.

Ready?

There was of course, an easy way to fool the machine.

I was measured at a height of 1.69m twice and 1.70m once. Not sure if it’s real or not, that’s kinda sad. >_> Oh well, didn’t like being too tall anyway. <_<

Some silly device when you can look at the extremely blur images of the Twin Towers’ surrounding.

Acting silly.

This was supposed to be a pic of ‘posing maut’ but turns out to look severely depressing.

Now, after all the selection of gadgets that will only excite the kids, there IS something that mesmerises us - the Tesla Coil. Supposedly to show you how electric strikes the top of the Twin Towers and how you’re completely safe in it. A series of pictures below depict what will happen if you are struck by lightning.

As you can see, the premise of several young guys playing a pretend game in front of other people turned out to be very hilarious.

Even when the thingy stops striking we continued this pretend game. The machine only starts emitting lightning every 10 minutes.

Despite all the wonders we have, and the supposed drive to be a developed nation, we have a very tiny and constricted escalator near the Skybridge counter.

We walked around some more after that.

In one of KLCC’s elevator.

A goddamn hilarious picture. (And yes, I know the answer to the question the book poses. ;P)

Wanted to go to Petaling Street but the rain prevented us from doing so, oh well. Took a train home instead, ran in the rain towards Carrefour’s bus stop…

Slept while on the way to Summit.

Wai Hong looking melancholic.

The cute little kid sitting on the seats next to Wai Hong and Kai Tzin.

Andy fooling around with Daniel who was actually sleeping

LOL.

Someone should slap Andy. HAHAHHAHAHA.

Smelly armpits anyone?

No idea what he was attempting.

The dude who sat next to us unfortunately.

ROFL.

Kai Tzin playing with the kid.

Cute lol.

We went to Summit, ate dinner at Yau Fatt, then played pool and foosball.

Reached home at about 10 or so by bus. Took ages to wait.. which reminds me how public transportation could suck when you don’t have a car to drive.