Drove down to KL with my cousin. Thankfully he came home, otherwise, I would still be stuck bored and waiting for my friends to contact me. :/
Saw the old jail -- it had a worn down gate and bore the name: 1895-- which my cousin said once held the worst criminals, while driving out. Too bad I didn't take a photo of it.
Now I am in my relatives' house, with one peeking out above my shoulder as I write this. Very interesting right??
Part of our dinner, patiently prepared by Aunty. ^^