I feel I'm being black list by person who used to call me "best friend". Oh well, what can I do if people decide to don't give a fuck about me anymore.

I hate starting blog posts with the infamous - it's been a long time since I last blogged - so today I made it a point not to. It's definitely been a while, there's no denying that, but unfortunately I bear bad news.

1. My label project hasn't been running as smoothly as I hoped it would. Certain things are taking a little too long to complete, and my initial going live date of mid November will most likely be scrapped.

2. Due to this, I have been loosing sleep, loosing my drive and feeling demotivated. I've started slowing down my everyday life to the point where I feel utterly useless. It's a little sad to admit this, but I'm going down the ugly spiral I traveled before.

3. I'm seriously thinking that I suffer from some form of ADD. I don't think it's serious, because I've lived a quarter of a century without even my parents noticing it. My mom's a nurse, and she should know all about these medically fucked up things, but she's never uttered a word about anything remotely related.

4. All of the above multiplied by infinite. It's frustrating. It's annoying. It's demotivating (I know I already used that word once in this post). It's killing me.

I wish I could just close my eyes tonight and wake up to a brand new day without any of these nagging worries, but we all know that it'll never happen.

Cheers,
Wern

After a couple of weeks of tinkering with an unfamiliar Word Press interface, I'm finally announcing that I have started a new blog. It's not a new personal blog, God know's how guilty I am of constantly hopping around, but it's actually a project blog.

And to show you just how serious I am about this project (i.e. it wont close down after two weeks), I have actually gone and put down serious cash to show my commitment. Of course, a portion of this cash has gone to registering my very own domain - www.startingmyownlabel.com - and if it matters to you, it's actually my first paid domain.

 I'm green, and I've got a dream - I'm really hoping for the success of this project and I hope that anyone who sees this can lend me some much needed support.

Cheers,
Wern

I know it's nothing to brag about, and trust me, I'm not posting this to brag. Today, for the first time in my life, I gave up my seat to an old lady. I only had to stand for one stop, but I swear, that was the longest 1 minute of my life.

After giving me a nod, I thought my good deed was duly acknowledged. Who would have thought that old lady would continue to thank me for the duration of my stay on the train. Not only did she continually thank me, she also told an old guy next to her how sweet I was, and how grateful she was.

At least I get to feel warm and fuzzy inside today. Haha!

Just a couple of days ago, I remember telling my friend Nigel how awkwardly timed our flight today is. 4.55PM. That's four fifty five in the afternoon. Dang, how hanging is that? A little late for a "late check-in", but I guess once we reach the hotel today, we'll probably have a bit of time to freshen up before we head out for dinner.

I would have prefered a morning flight - reach Singapore, drop my luggage and head out for a day out in the island republic.

However, that was before last night. In usual Wern fashion, I got pretty pissed last night and woke up with a throbbing head ache and a runny arse. I don't know why things go smooth down south after a heavy night of drinking, but I agreed with Sin Han that whiskey has the same effect on my digestive system as Nasi Kandar Kayu has on his. Hahaha...

But back to the point. The reason for this post/rant isn't actually about the time of this flight, nor of the secret ingredients that make my nether regions rumble. As quirky or fucked up as this sounds, I'm ranting about the fact that I'm flying to Singapore.

You see, I find this whole flying business a little over the top. If I'm traveling to somewhere a little further, say Chiang Mai, Kuching or even mother fucking Kathmandu, then flying is probably going to be the most efficient way to arrive at the destination. However, for our neighbours down south - Singapore - I'm not so sure.

It takes about 5 hours to reach Singapore city (and I mean city, not just the Immigration desk) if you're driving down the highway at a steady speed with one or two toilet/cigarette stops in between.

On the other hand, the flight only takes a paltry 55 minutes. How's that for a mother fucking contrast? But with all the positives, come a shit load of negatives. And trust me, since you're reading my blog, you can expect a LOT of negatives.

1. Before you even board.

Before you even board the fucking plane, you've first got to find transport to the airport. In the past, I used to travel to the airport with my regular taxi guy. He's the guy who unexpectedly treated me to breakfast on my last trip to Hong Kong. Unfortunately, his rates shot up by 20% unannounced, and that pissed me off a little. I tried calling the airport for a cab, but no one decided to pick up the phone today, so I opted to take the KLIA Express train. Sin Han dropped me off at KL Sentral, and took care of my first headache of the day.

2. Checking in.

My flight departs at 4.55PM, and since it's deemed an International Flight, I'm required to check-in two whole fucking hours in advance. This is where my second headache begins - do I really have to check-in so early? I almost missed my flight back from the States when I failed to check-in two hours early, and since then I've been  arriving at the airport religiously early. Today I did no different, but somehow, it seem's like I'm the only bloke that did. I'm actually blogging this right outside the departure gate, 15 minutes shy of the boarding time, and completely alone. WHAT THE FUCK GIVES?!

3. Plane etiquette.

No smoking on the plane. No hand luggage bigger than X. No public scratching of balls. No road head. The cofiscation of improperly packed gel lubricants. That fucking sucks. If I drive, I can do what ever the fuck I want in my car, and still manage to sneak in a couple of extra packs of Malaysian cigarettes.

4. The justification.

A car ride takes about 5 hours. That however depends on how fucked up the Causeway is at any one time. A plane ride takes 55 minutes. You need to check-in two hours early, off a 30 minute train ride which required a 30 minute journey from home to catch. You wait for your luggage (if you checked in any) for about 30 minutes, and you take another 15 minutes to clear Immigration. If you didn't drive, you'll need another 10 minutes to queue up and buy a taxi cupon, but that's only if no one's picking you up. Thus, flying takes approximately four and a half hours.

Is flying really faster? Well, being in the situation I'm currently in, I've learn't how to say FUCK IT and simply enjoy the flight.

Peace out,

Wern