encounter with migrants

entirely for my law project, i had to go all the way to kl to conduct an interview with some social activist:dr. irene fernandez. dont ask me wat a social activist is but i know it is very political n i wish not to go into that. i left college with a malay girl from march intake SAM, lyana, at about 12. i entered the ebony black E240 benz, with a big smile on my face, introducing myself to her parents in the front seats. they were nice ppl, especially her mom. after the into blah blah, i dozed off n didnt know where we were heading to. when i woke up ,about to ask her where we were, her mom poped her head from the front n said they're going back to their home to do some stuff, then "we'll shoot off at 1pm sharp" n i was like, o..k..., so where is this place? n i saw the huge sign board [[BANGI]] the land of the rich malays~~ the auto-gate was chun-er then the ones in the city, the entrance was so grand i tot i was still sleeping in that E240. there was this japanese theme where they had little stone walk ways leading to some chun water fall n 'koi' fish swimming in clear water of the 'pond'. her dad parked the car beside a toyota n a benz, then i entered the hse with my jaw falling to the floor. the interior had this malayish aura, yet modern enuf to suit the rich. bonzai plants were placed beside huge plastic orcid plants, and the marble titles on the floor spelt 'expensive' on it. they went inside, after asking me to sit on that humungus brown couch. they were walking around, smilling at me when they walked pass, doing their own stuff as i sat in awe, with my jaw still on the floor. the kakak served me some pink liquid in a crystal glass which was heavier than my head i think. left at 1 sharp, seriously 1 sharp. down to town on jalan tunku abdul rahman, to the TENAGANITA hq. inside that penthouse, a sprial stairway headed up to God knows where. lyana, her mom n i waited by the reception, with alot of migrants beside us. we waited for more than half n hour b4 we were entertained, went into the office of that activist, which had posters of anuar on the wall. she was a very firm lady, who made her motives clear at the start. her knowledge about the immigration procedure was so wide, for a moment i tot i went to the wrong place for my topic. but then i got my point straight as she also dealt with abuse cases. left the place at about 3.45, waited for dad to pick me up feeling hungry n tired(i did not have lunch-which then i survived on a packet of nips). droped aunt jocelyn off at sg long, n i had roti pisang at a mamak restaurant with dad. came back to nilai at 6.15 went straight for cf. i wish to continue blogging about cf, but its jz that i've been telling wat happened in cf to 3 ppl who din go for the thing n i dun feel like saying it all over again. so thats it for today. over n out