still in an airport

awesome. there are like these wifi kiosque with huge keyboard. so i just had to try blogging on them. i feel like it's 1984 and all they have are typewriters.

there are lots of asians working here. like, the entire airport - asian people. macam klia pulak. do they like export the entire workforce?

i had to change since the shirt i was wearing as starting to bug me beyond my usual standards of grossness. so now i wear a flowery shirt, over a plain black dress, striped purple tights and snickers.

i am an unashamed walking horror. who cares. to be nalek is to be syikin.

tadi i tried to get out of the airport and tried to get the cute sullen arab guy at the passport counter to cop my passport. 'twas not a success.

"you go where?"
''kuala lumpur. so i'm not supposed to be here?"
"no, before counter."
"umm.....can you stamp my passport anyway?"
[i swear he wanted to smile here]
"no."


and i purposely queued there because he was cute. tengok tak jumpe beb sehari dah gelenya. see beb, i can so move on ;p