it's sharp - just need some pp.
king albert park - a quiet housing estate for the rich and famous, did not impress him with its bungalows, but with its lush plants and external decors of the bungalows...
as he was taking repeated shots at the air-roots of the fig tree, a car pulled up beside him, the window opened, a lady in her forties spoke to him, "do you know how to get to the ktm railway?"
"hmm... you shld go across the road into raffle range."
"not from king albert park?"
"maybe, but i don't know how, i'm not from here. did you visit the railway last month?"
"i missed out as i was overseas. i have fond memory of my first ktm trip to KL when i was just a kid.... and now they are closing it."
"yap... a bit of pity, but we shld be glad we got it back from malaysia... we have to move on..."
"that's why i wanted to pay my last respect to this old, rusty dame. though i'm getting rusty in other ways through all these years, my childhood memories are still as shining as the rust-proof stainless steel.... "
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