Hmmm...flight delayed more than an hour. I got in waaaay past midnight.
Surreal to walk past surgically masked customs officers manning the x-ray machines listening to Modern Talking's 'You're My Heart, You're My Soul". That's like walking into a mamak stall and seeing Samuel L Jackson smoking a Sempoerna and sipping hot teh halia.
I"m tired. My cab driver turns out to be that eccentric Chinese dude from the LCCT Limo service. I've had him before. He's got all sorts of conspiracy theories. I think he's mad. Or from Pluto. Anyway he goes on about how we sell/exchange our personal time to AirAsia everytime we buy a cheap ticket. I think he's got a point there taking into consideration the potential delays.
Just had shower so have problems sleeping. Damn, my brains aren't working. How to blog and be famous and overthrow that Kenny Sia bugger?