Crooning on my STEREO: Aint that a Kick in the Head by WESTLIFE
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.
WELCOME HOME.
* 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.
9 comments:
you're back in KL? hmmmm... interesting. :) Hows home?
Eyeris: heyyyy.. yeah me back for Easter hols... am very jetlagged.....
Danny: hoi, yeah yeah man willl harrass you when i get my m'sian sim card sorted.
Earthquake? was there an earthquake?
I'm glad you cleared up what was in that picture.
'Cause I was thinking, "Damn! The Burger King in Kuala Lumpur Airport is HUGE!"
Pip: nope.... thats my castle back home ;)
It comes with its very own burger king too...........
dont worry. i'll teach u all about manyoo if he joins.hahaha.
Vincent: Oh god, I dread that day. I can't imagine him playing AGAINST arsenal and real.
This IS a NIGHTMARE..... arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
No kidding.
I knew it! Everybody in Europe has their own castle!
I always suspected, but you Europeans always deny it.
"What the hell are you talking about?" they say, "I live in a flat. Wait... you're not mentally deficient, are you?"
Yeah, right. Thanks for proving my theory.
Pip: Cheerios... my castle rocks!! I throw party bashes, champagne orgies and drunk gigs every other weekend!!! My butler does all the work.
Muahahahah.. come visit us in good ol' Brittania!!!
yo stef!!!
hahah my laptop is safely back in my room... pheww...... apparently its not tech savvy enough to be stolen!
your castle sounds invaded/// everything okay??? don't let those political robbers come into your premises.....
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