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Day 1: Kuala Lumpur, Bukit Bintang and surrounds
Some travelling days end too soon. Other days find me frequently repeating the Henry Rollins’ mantra, “Smile, you’re travelling”. Today was a fair whack of the latter, and a hint of the former. The plane got in early, and I spent the flight with a row to myself but even with that space I didn’t sleep comfortably. I tried lulling myself into a state of rest listening to Natalie Imbruglia’s Male, which has some really good cover versions (but I’m still not sold on the c&w “Friday I’m In Love”, I think she either needed to go much bigger or back the hell away) but even with this I don’t…
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Day 0: PER to KUL
The tired and grumpy baby edition. And that’s not referring to the grumpy and tired baby waiting to board behind me, heck I sympathise entirely. It’s way past everyone’s bedtime, and who at Malaysia Airlines decided that 2.10am was a reasonable time to fly? I’m talking about the muppet waiting next to me, who has his mobile volume turned up and all the sounds trned on. I’m getting every beep, whorp, woowoo, and ding, and in my rather tired state not enjoying the soundtrack at all. I may not have documented this previously, but consider this a new pet peeve: just turn that shit off. I’m killing time, waiting to…
