Welcome..

...To another edition of the KLIA blogs!

I still find it extremely amusing and bloody brilliant that I am blogging at the airport and that this PC is stuck to the wall. Sponsored by samsung I think.I swear they read my blogs...cos connection now is like a 1000 times faster than the last time.

Funny thing is, destination, flight number,time ect are all exactly the same as the last time I blogged from KLIA. In a bizzare twist of events, even my clothes are the same...so are my luggage.Oh, did some more shopping this time around, two selangor pewter orchid pendant for the bride and the hopefully-to-be mom in law. Bought a blowup travel pillow for the hot bro in law to be as well.

Whilst in Guardian/Mannings purchasing the said pillow, this 55year old pathetic and sleazy looking man came up and tried cutting my line.Clutched in his puny little hands are two dozen boxes of okomoto elcheapo condoms. All I could think of was : Is the person that he is going to fuck even young enough to have kids?Can he even get it up?? Maybe it's for his son..but he looks like he's going on a whoremongering trip to me. Yes, totally uncalled for..just in a bitchy mood this morning.

The least you can do whilst whoremongering is to buy better quality condoms...not those that are 50cents per fuck.


Those that know me knows that I hate package tours where they herd you around like sheeps to be sheared. Obviously,chances of bumping into any one of them in an airport is quite big. You can spot them a mile away with the haggard looking tourguide waving a flag like it's Merdeka. And of course, you can't get away from that chattering in all sort of chinese dialects!

It still amuses me how about 90% of such tours are catered to the Chinese community. Cheap good convinient I guess.

I was suck in the aerotrain with a trainload of those chattering monkeys on their way to some place in China (it is nearly always ''somewhere in China or Taiwan or Korea"). Staring into spaces..I suddenly realized that I am staring at the words,

"Economy cattle class is good"

Fuck me. Someone from this herd of sheep is wearing a tshirt/sweaterlike article of clothing with that saying emblazoned all over it. How appropriate. Well, at least it put a smile on my face. Too bad I left my camera at home....don't worry, I'd use Si's camera when I get there.

Adios amigos...blog later