My first drive down to KL ended surprisingly uneventful. No real surprises or drama. I'm almost disappointed. Also, I really really love this GPS thingy. God knows I'd still be driving up and down the Federal Highway trying to find the damned hotel without it.
Thirty seconds after I close the hotel room door, though, a hotel staff opened the door and walked right in without so much as a knock. "Oh, you checked in already?" he said, and scurried off. Like hell I'm leaving my brand new baby Vaio in the room now.
To the asshole taxi driver at the LRT stop this evening: I know it's only like three or four bucks from the station to the hotel, but fuck you for blowing me off, asshole. Having said that, you guys are still a hella lot better than Penang taxi drivers.
The buffet dinner was okay, but goddamn was it overpriced as hell.
Still, can't complain too much. I'm chillin' by my lonesome in the hotel room on my laptop and Fareed Zakaria's running in the background. Tomorrow I work in strange, exotic new environs (ie. graphic designers' office). Brought in a nice haul from Kinokuniya earlier in the day, and Samy Vellu in position to cause more headaches for Najib made me snicker.
Overall, things could be a lot worse.
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