Monday, March 28, 2005
10:45am British Summer Time
5:45pm Malaysian Useless Time
I am now squatting in front of Burger King in Kuala Lumpur International Airport.
Firstly, my car has forgotten to pick me up. Secondly, I have no local cash for public transport. Thirdly, I've just touched down from spending 12 hours midair and I look like a stale fish. Fourthly, dodgy taxi drivers continuously hound me. Fifthly, people from the same flight are giving me strange looks as the girl who collected her luggage first and now stranded as the last to leave. Sixthly, I walked into a certain friend with the name of Jenson Button for the umpteenth time at Heathrow. (This time by the x-ray machines and airport officials were so ecstatic to GROPE him..I reminded him that he aint THAT famous yet. BASKET.) Seventhly, Coke Light was my breakfast drink and I truly regret it. Eighthly, I just heard that Casillas may end up playing for Man U.*
Last but not least, every backpacker, cleaner, worker, driver, visitor, mother, father, uncle, aunty, son, daughter, thief, binmen, scroungers etc who walks past eyes my laptop...
Damn, I forgot insurance.
* Now that's what I call FLIPPIN'. If he leaves Real, I will jump off the nearest bridge. (Pasolini style)
** The pic opposite is my home. Tada.