Zzzz….
Nothing much to say here, except that I have bought some nail polish and am looking forward to experimenting on my poor defenseless nails. Mwaha.
Jakarta – One small step for Kae, a giant one attempting to run away
Finally here in Indonesia. Pretty much a smooth flight from Brunei and nothing much worried me... until we entered the airport.
I don't know... the air here is pretty foul and I had to resort to the inhailer since breathing became labourious. The airport is kinda creepy... something like the offspring between a wannabe street with a garage lot.
Immigration had a hiccup; we'd been given Indonesian entry cards so we had to go back of the line to fill in the proper ones. But hey, had a nice chat with the immigration officer and he told me of which malls to hit and where to hang out, so he's a nice guy.
But oh my god, the moment we headed out of the airport the "creepy" feeling blossomed into full fledged OMHWHATTHEHELLAMIDOINGHERESOMEONEGETMEOUT. Random taxi guys kept coming up to us lying about how the transport we had won't be arriving so they'll take us to the hotel instead. Then even more random guys came up trying to help our bags into the proper car (that my uncle, bless him, had sent for us) and then trying to make us pay for their efforts.
When we got to the hotel it's not that bad. We're in the pent house apartment of the Ascott hotel so it's really nice. I was kinda relieved when I saw there's security guards, which was followed with a minor attack of, "WAIT THEY HAVE GUNS. WHY WOULD THEY NEED GUNS?!"
But hey. Now I'm in my (or rather, my parents) room waiting for the drugs to hit me and send me into blissful oblivion.
Till the next freakout. Laters.
On KL and the many many souvenirs I bought
Short and sweet post!
A number of clothes. Yes! I never ever buy clothes unless I'm overseas and it seems I've made the most of it :D Total body count: 7 shirts and 4 jeans/pants/khakis. Wootness for me!
2 bags. Fat bag and fatter bag! I'm so proud of myself. They're utterly lovely hand bags. At first I was eyeing this Coach bag but the price kinda threw me off. By like... almost a thousand Brunei dollars. Ha. Ha. Ha. So mom, dad and I skipped over to Tangs and I discovered Fat bag and Fatter bag (zomg the compartments! I fell in love at first sight. And could it be? They both EXPAND!). Both of which come to a total of $100 Brunei dollars. Yes. My handbag gung fu is strong.
Books! About 5 books. Never come back home without books. Though now damned if I can remember what I bought 
One is called the Temple, and well... the rest are in the boxes and I can't be fussed to dig them out.
500 GB hard drive. Wootness. Finally, I can put my tempermental and fussy old HDD to rest. Preferable through a 2nd story window.
Sony MP3 player E440. More gadgets! As Kim has so succulency said; I am a gadget geek. My excuse for this is for me to use when I go to the gym and I won't have to mess about with my grossly overweight mobile. Plus this runs for 30 hours. 
Hmm... what else. Oh! My laptop. Intense. Glee. ACTION! I'm so happy with it! Well, not that I have itnow. I've ordered it and it'll be built within the week. Then Taiko will send it over once it's shipped to his place. I am so unbelievably HAPPY.
And before I forget! My absolutely miserable self. Undergoing the flu, sore throat, and a sleep debt of about 20 hours.
Oh fun times indeed.
Songs tell the tale
Hey ho~
I'd write up something clever and witty, deep and profound, but I'm lazy. So I'm letting these lyrics tell the story;
"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve- John Mayer "No Such Thing"
The Getaway; Day 1
Oh wow. How can I actually describe this day? It's been such an amazing afternoon and night that I honestly have no idea how to even begin. So lets start from the beginning shall we?
Noon
Aem and I met up in the Empire lobby and proceeded to check in. First it was all cool, until the guy asked for a deposit. So happily we said sure, and he went, "Letsee... for two rooms, then 10% on top, and you're staying for so and so days... that'll be $800 thanks."
Stop. Rewind. Play. Eight hundred dollars?! That was pretty much said in horrified unison, because he gave us, y'know. That look. But it's all good, cause we had our friend's credit card to charge it to.
Until it decided that it didn't like the card number 
So I used mine, and everything was fine and dandy.