Got on the PUTRA LRT to Masjid Jamek, to change over at STAR LRT to get onto Hang Tuah. Yeah, I was guessing the monorail would be crowded, so this would have been a safe choice. I met my friends at Fish & Co, Lot 10. Promotional menu? RM35.90 for a set meal. What could we order outside the menu? Nothing! (So much for promotion…) It was too late as we had our Sprite/Coke drinks already.

I then walked to KLCC to meet Jasmine and gang at KLCC at 10pm. I overshot the Wisma UOA turning, seeing Warp Disco as an unpleasant surprise! Ah well. I continued on Sultan Ismail, and walked around KLCC trying to get in. Nobody could come in. I found a car park exit, and it led me to Burger King, where both escalators were going downwards! I bumped into Jasmine’s gang… minus her. Alas, stuck on the LRT she was!

Her gang headed to Bintang Walk anyway. I stayed behind and met up with Ed and Milee first. Then only did I manage to get through to Jasmine, who was already on the way to Bintang Walk with Trent the stick-wielding guardian. (Yay!) And so I walked back to Bintang Walk, to rendezvous with them at Haagen Dazs.

People were spraying foam all over. Foam and some other substance which wasn’t exactly foamy. What would become of the ozone?

The fireworks came, but nobody really knew when the countdown was over, until the fireworks took on an extended orchestra.

Yay.

Somebody remind me what’s the point of going all the way there if we’re just gonna see fireworks. What about drunken stupors and crazy escapades?

Jasmine, Trent and I walked back to KLCC. As we reached Eden Restaurant, her gang called! And so, we went back to Haagen Dazs for the grand rendezvous. Except, of course, that many were at many different spots between KLCC and Bintang Walk.

I wonder how far you could go on Bangsar.

Finally, Ed, Milee and I took the exodus to KLCC, as we saw many foamed cars. They went off into the car park, as I walked to Ampang Park LRT. My pride, my Touch N Go, didn’t work! I had to queue like everyone else.

The train that came was empty, and we cheered and mobbed in, just like last year. Aunties included. KLCC further sardine-packed us, and it wasn’t till Pasar Seni that we got much breathing space. Syefri then picked me up from Bangsar, and we crashed at Led’s.

Morning came, and I walked to Bangsar LRT. At Masjid Jamek, I was thirsty, so I went to McDonalds to see if they would charge 5% government tax. They did, indeed, and the Vanilla Coke was unsettling! It kept me awake in the bus, as for once, it wasn’t a wonderful complement to a double cheeseburger. (Plus I was thirsty! Shouldn’t it taste better?)

My life stories are becoming boring.