Finally, it was a ‘retired’ architect whom helped me out. I was zooming every inch of KL to get the thing – perplex see-tru box a.k.a Kotak Derma for my last minute charity game tomorrow. Few calls failed, as I need a nearest shop available. “There’s a shop near Hentian Pekeliling next to the big bike workshop! We use them for our scale-house casing.“ I went and was lucky to get an existing order, and luckier to convinced the tokay to sell it for RM50, a less of RM15. “This is for charity, and you’ll be the first person to be honoured to donate!”. He was kind to accept the offer. I lost count how much did I fork out my fortune so far, but I knew well it is not easy to start a charity, especially in a new concept and perspective. To convince people to accept & donate, is now my next gigantic task…
Coming back to the place, it’s secluded area but alive and kicking in its own rhythm. There is even a DBKL Medan Selera Damai – an alien to many - behind those old-70’s buildings, and any lucky night there’s a karaoke session coming out loud. A normal scene of a car wash-next-to-gerai-bawah-pokok stands lazily like any other part of KL; walled by a run-down low-rise blocks facing one of KL’s busiest streets – Jalan Ipoh .
The fact is somehow you usually missed this part – or any part of the KL as you never saw the need in them. Sometimes our skeptical thinking distanced us from some specific areas, because we tend to ignore the people whom we thought wouldn’t do us good. That proved me wrong. Well somehow the first philanthropist came from the area, and it made me realize how a place shouldn’t be ignored, or forgotten at all!
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