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Last thing i remember i was in train from wangsa maju to klcc, like usual it very pack of people's, working days lucky i get a place to sit. It will be darn if i have stand from wangsa maju until klcc. Even klcc is the place i hate to went but i still go. Maybe there something voodoo about klcc.  Suddenly i fall asleep and when i wake up i don't know where am i. Because all the people look different from me. I try to communicate with them, but it seem english is not their language. I try to find a place to find information where am i. Hm.. I lost.. With no one who know me, a strange place, strange language, strange people, i have no passport, identity card. Shit......

Im just a tourist lost in strangers.