That night started off, as usual, with a drink at Rasta. With us that night is our special friend all the way from India - Bra Low. Yup, that's his name. Only for decency does he fills in his name as B**** ***© (censured due to pending copyright issues). We had ourselves some catching up, the usual chat with an occasional side glances and concomitant secret codes at passing curvaceous distractions....ehem....
On our way out, i saw a homophonetically humorous line on one of the signboards they have there in Rasta. Now i'm presenting this to the world for laughs purely on humor and there's no religion bias shit whatsoever. Kinda like how Chinese have names like Tan Fak Yu and Punjabs with Sakdeep. So without further ado, here it is *drumrolls please*
"ALFAKHER" - I dont know what it means but whatever it is, it'll never sound decent in my ears.
Moving on, there were about 45 minutes of our lives not worth blogging here so I fast forward. Aboard SS Purple Saga, the four of us (Keeps, Chid, Ckent, Alan) headed to the possibly scariest compound in KL herself - Pekeliling Flats. With about 6 abandoned blocks, its looming 17-floor facade towering over us with dark, lurid vibes ebbing out from its broken windows and doorless entrances, there's little doubt about its horror value.
Entering block E, we moved with extreme caution, armed with nail-enhanced used-to-be bed post and wooden sticks. Garbage of motley sorts covered every inch of its outdoor courtyard.
There were no signs of hostile beings (drug addicts & paranormal visitations) all the way up to level 2. However, upon extensive discussion amidst the stupid mosquitoes, we decided against going all the way up to the rooftop due to various reasons...
Thereafter, we headed home with little to tell. But be assured, Pekeliling Flats isnt going to be left alone for long....
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