Man, all this travelling is taking a toll on my wardrobe. I've been away every week for the past 3 weeks. The weekends have seen Manado and Kota Kinabalu taking me away from KL excluding the various day trips to Singapore and Jakarta over the weekdays. My apartment is a mess! My laundry hasn't been done in weeks. I dropped a load off at the laundromat yesterday. The future of my privates being comforted by clean linen now lies in the hands of my laundry dude who now faces the challenge of expediting the cleansing of my clothes. If he screws up (which he regularly does) I'll have to leave for Brunei tomorrow with the mantra of "just turn it inside out" for my briefs.
I'm car-less as well with Chindy Mobile 2.0 being traded up for a new version 3.0. Now I'm at the mercy of those asswipe jackals - The Malaysian Taxi Drivers. I've hated travelling lately, when I get into the LCCT late at night and the cab drivers REFUSE to pick up passengers until well past 12.30am so that they can make the extra Ringos from the midnight charges. This normally leaves me cooling my heels for 45 minutes to an hour AFTER a 2-3 hour flight. The taxi concessionaire is probably in on this action as they tell impatient passengers to upgrade to the more expensive limo service if they cant wait. When I asked the dude who do I complain to, he nonchalantly said "Ministry of Transport". Fuk man, if we can't even keep punks like cab drivers in check how else to fight the rest of the societies villains (snatch thieves, triads, Rempits, the Teletubbies...)?
I go to Brunei tomorrow night with only the thought of good pasta and the enchanting company of the Gliding Peacock and Fang the Assassin. After my breakfast meeting on Friday, I will end up working out of a Chinese cafe who is 'borrowing' the WIFI signal from a hotel nearby until my late evening flight at 8pm. I'm so restless. I've missed futsal and have had no physical activity since the Manado volcano climbs and hikes ten days ago. I need to get fit again. Gunung Agung is quietly waiting in smug silence in Bali. If I dont turn up with some form of fitness and training he's gonna turn me into a crying baby Powerpuff Girl.
Cab still won't come to pick me up. The office is too close and the traffic is still bad. If I was going to the airport these fukers would be my beeyatches. One call and they'd all turn up at my doorstep pronto!. Never mind the traffic, a flood or a giant mutant papaya attack on the city. Bastids.....