good things are worth
waiting for the flight, which incidentally just got delayed till 0500. my chirpy index takes a little hit.
i kinda enjoy being the kinda-out-of-place chinese amongst the sea of (mostly surly) angmohs lounging in the ummm lounge. one of these start arguing with the security staff, ostensibly involving him wanting to bring in a drink from outside. the security points outside the lounge - after some big gestures, the thirsty man turns and places the drink at the glass wall behind him. not the best of days for SIA's image i guess.
and i am reminded of one of my subplot goals for this little pseudo-holiday - give my abused peepers, which in human terms would probably be exploited Javanese sweatshop kids, a nice break. what am i still doing staring at a samsung 17inch? later guys