Phew. It's...uh....5:11 am NZ time, and I'm finally in Malaysia. ;_;

That was a very long and exhausting trip, considering it started at 11ish in the morning. During the trip, I scribbled down notes onto an Airline Sick bag nicely provided by Brunei Airlines. As they are just that, scribbled, they aren't really in any particular order so I'm just gonna go through them point by point.

1) Professionally faded pants that look like you shit your pants. -- Okay. I don't understand why this crap is even fashionable, since it really DOES look like you shit your pants. Well it did anyway on this woman walking around in Kota Kinabalu Airport which is a really crappy airport but I'm sure I cover that on another point. This point basically wants to say that professionally faded pants are stupid looking.

2) KK fuckin worst airport ever. Shitty staff (apart from 1 nice lady) -- The one nice lady was the one that actually offered a smile, not an annoying glare because we interrupted your lazy ass sitting there talking, you cunts. After getting off the plane from Brunei in Kota Kinabalu, we were highly annoyed to find that there was basically no staff around...and it was only 7pm. ;_; The transit counter was closed, and when we tried to ask a customs officer what to do, he didn't really know. (Bring the standard up guys, you work in the fucking place, if you don't know who does?!) Anyway. We went and picked up our baggage since we didn't know if the lady in Auckland doing the checking-in stuff managed to get our stuff automatically transferred to Kuching...and found 1 out of 4 pieces. Apparently, the other three were in the process of being transferred, so it was lucky that we went to check otherwise my mum wouldn't have her lovely blue rucksack containing wine or whatever ridiculous thing she wanted to export from NZ ^_^ The airport really annoyed me.

3) Brunei Airlines, Boeing 767 - we took one from Auckland to Brisbane, and Brisbane to Brunei. If you thought Singapore Airlines had a cool inflight entertainment thing, Brunei Airlines had the potential to completely kick their ass in that aspect - the screens were higher resolutions, you can actually CHOOSE what movie you want to watch, WHEN you want to watch it, and there is even chapters and auto-resuming functions so you can continue where you left off and music libraries to browse etc. The controller was compact, easy to use, and had a really cool directional pad thingy, reminiscent of the analog sticks of Playstation controllers. The only problem was my controller didn't work. I managed to somehow watch half of I, Robot, before it crapped out on me and I gave up. (I, Robot is a good movie by the way, I wouldn't have expected something good from Will Smith as of late but hey it's good to be wrong sometimes.)

4) On the flight from Auckland to Brisbane, there was a strange...Polynesian? Lady sitting across the aisle to my left, and she offered me sweets. Totally disregarding all common lore and precautions, I accepted the candy from the stranger. It was nice. Chewy and sweet. I don't think I got raped though, so it's all good!

5) The same Polynesian woman went out of her way to try to return William's "hot towel" (which name becomes quite a misnomer after about 5 or so seconds in the harsh cabin atmospheric conditions). It was quite funny actually because if I recall correctly another passenger also rose to the call of duty and duly informed William that an air hostess was going around on the other side to pick them up too. o_O

6) On the flight from Brisbane to Brunei, there was a guy sitting where the strange Polynesian lady was, and he had a shitload of what I presume was Scotch or some other alcoholic drink with him. He was listening to Bee-Gees REALLY loudly (I could hear it at a respectable volume from where I was sitting, even over the enormous din of aircraft-background-noisage) and kept giving me really weird stalker-type looks. Apart from the fact that he's old, obnoxious and had a darkish red kinda maroony shirt, I don't remember much else....hrm. He was also sitting next to a really really huge fat guy...who complained that the seats were too small. This leads to the question: is the seat too small, or are you too big? (ponder. why should society bend backwards to accomodate this one fat person?)

7) On the flight from Auckland to Brisbane, this Maori teen (I assume he's Maori but I could be wrong) kept poking me and asking me for help with Brisbane arrival forms, as if he had somehow procured that I had a huge wealth of information just waiting to be tapped. Questions he asked were:

- Do I need to fill all this out? (A resounding yes is the answer. If you read the other side of the thingmie it clearly says so.)
- What's this thing here, what do I write here? (ans: put your job (the thing said occupation, obviously a word he wasn't familiar with)) reply: what if you don't have a job ans: then put unemployed or something
- What's the time?
- Do I need to fill all this bit too? (Yes)

A passing Air Hostess also got asked whether he really needed to fill all that bit out. She said yes.

8) Bahahh okay my brother brough back his models and Lord of the Rings Warhammery stuff right...and you won't believe the lengths security will go to! Within that bag of his was a modelling toolkit which he had gotten as one of the free gift things. The Auckland Airport security staff took him away to a corner and told him what was wrong and stuff. XD Apparently, the stanley knife was bad. So they took it off him (fair call) and they also checked the paint to check if it was flammable but it was water based so it got the big O-K. The Auckland guys were nice enough to leave William with a blunt file and pliers with his tool kit.

Fast forward to Brisbane customs. He gets pulled aside AGAIN and gets the file and pliers taken off him XD

hahahah

Sorry. I'm just imagining a huge warehouse of pliers and other assorted harmless tools confiscated from poor unsuspecting travellers which my brother had just joined the ranks of. Damn you terrorists, taking away our freedoms and shit. I mean, I haven't heard of people killing people with files, to be honest. Who is stupid enough to wait around to get filed to death, anyway? Don't get me started on pliers. What are you gonna do, pluck their eyebrows? And modelling paint bombs? Now it's just bordering on crazy :P Stupid customs. I hope you feel that your collective penises are bigger now that you have the power to deprive people of modelling tools.

9) In Brunei airport William bought two chicken sandwiches. They were actually surprisingly yum, considering they didn't look at all fresh and we were serviced by surly Islamic women who looked like they didn't give a toss if you choked on your sandwich...you can tell it's Asian. Asian white bread just has that texture and softness to it, which New Zealand bread doesn't. It isn't better, or worse. It just is.

10) Airlines too are doing their bit to prevent death from stupid tools! I was highly amused to find in my cultery set, stainless steel spoon/teaspoon/fork BUT a very pretty (yet flimsy) blue knife. If you're gonna trade out stuff for lame plastic imitations, why didn't you do the fork too? A fork is like...FOUR knives. Kinda. Pressure = force x area etc. Stilletos. Thats why people with pussy floors don't like people wearing high heels.

11) My broken controller was actually a source of much amusement, not through the airline inflight entertainment system but through the lovely web of airhostessing. Some time during the flight I mashed the "callforhelp" button tons of times. Nobody came so I assumed that it wasn't working. Air hostess goes by with juice, no mention of me being in airhostessdistressneedofattention. Another juice run. Meal. Juice run. And then all of a sudden they start running in, one after another. They come up to me, ask me "is everything okay sir" and me, being engrossed in my book, nodding and smiling, send them off. Then they press the "Cancel call" button and walk off.

A few minutes later a different air hostess comes up, cycle repeats. About four times. Tee hee. That'll learn you bastards to not fix my controller.

12) In Auckland Airport fearing boredom on the long long long trip ahead of me I bought four books, a Dan Brown box set or something. Mainly because it had the book "Da Vinci Code" in the set which I wanted to read as it gets high acclaim from Ellen (*sigh* okay and Ming :P). It was a very good read, I am serious, although with genres/books like these it's hard to tell whether they really mean what they write or they're trying to blur the lines, whether its fact, fiction, some quasi-truth, or something else entirely. Da Vinci Code shares a lot of similarities with National Treasure, actually. Both involve Disney. The only thing against the book I have though, is that they claim the secret word in The Lion King is sex. It isn't. I've seen the freeze frame. I believe it says SFX.

Apart from that, it's a good book.

I'm really tired.

It's late. It's..quarter to six, NZ time. But only (ahha, only) 12:43 am here in Malaysia.

Hopefully from all those points you can put them in a semi-chronological order and understand what kind of bizzare trip I had to make to get back to Malaysia, or whatever.

Maybe someone can entertain me and try to put the points in chronological order.

(sonny you wanted me to call you when I get there but I can't afford it. read an email or something tomorrow morning instead :P)

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That was what I meant to post up yesterday but didn't get around to because I didn't have the internet set up on my laptop.

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There are four types of cars in Malaysia. I may have mentioned this before, but oh well.

-Trucks
-Normal Cars (like the Proton Saga/Wira)
-Ugly Rectangular Cars (Kancil)
-Big offroad SUVs not being used offroad (eg Pajero)

There is absoultely no variety apart from this.

Been playing a lot. Can't seem to sleep past about 7.00 am here, which is annoying because I end up being really tired. In "The Sims 2", my energy bar would be low. >.>

Yes, I have been playing that. It is very good. Can't really make a comparison to the first one because I don't remember it.

Then there's "Phantom Brave" sequel to Disgaea. Very good. Training is poo and annoying though. However, Phatom Brave has been pushed aside by a game that could well challenge Guitaroo Man as the most enjoyable strange Japanese game...joining the ranks of Bishi Bashi is the PS2 game called "Katamari Damacy".

The object of the game is to roll up everything you see into a giant ball.

Yes. That sounds boring and bizarre....UNTIL YOU PLAY IT!

It's great.
Oh yeah I also played Dynasty Warriors 4: Empires, but once I finished it there wasn't really an incentive to do it again. And Samurai Warriors gave me a very bad first impression. Controls are laggy, people look really weird and stretched out and...basically, not as fun or fluid as the Dynasty Warriors series.

Yup.