I'll admire your expensive taste.

I always thought the plane is a sacred vessel where no one should be allowed to speak but the captain and steward/stewardess. And if you need to pee, you should raise you hand and ask for permission in hushed tones.

But of course there are idiots that would talk macam babi gila kuat empat enjin Boeing 707 pun tewas.

Should've flown first class. People in there just never seem to talk to each other. They just sleep or read newspapers or that Going Places magazine.

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I like the airport. You get all kinds of people there. For instance, this guy that looked and sounded like he's JAIS's top hubba man insisted on making a conversation with me. I don't know which part of my itik face looked so inviting to him.

And there was this absolutely hot and not jambu steward walking around with his sea green uniform, but then he saw my IC picture so that's hopeless.

Sea green sounds flaterring but it's actually not. They look like they're wearing a skin from a sick Barney.

And captains are such rockstars. When one of them stood up and put on his hat, I clapped, and I expected everyone else to clap too but no one did. I mean he is flying the goddamn plane. Why not make him feel good about himself?

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No amount of Oreos, Maggi, or Sardin will be able to make Egypt feel like home. So I bought a new bedsheet with pictures of ladies underwear and boxers on it, you know as a distraction.