Singapore Changi

Phew... lots of time on my hands in Singapore, still about 2 more hours until my flight leaves for Sydney and all this free internet, whats a guy to do.. Might as well blog, huh, and make up for the sparseness and lacking of the past. Ill save the shopping for the return trip back.

My last blog btw was probably one of my fastest blogs ever.. I did the bitch in 12 minutes. Well I was under pressure, as I mentioned, I didnt want to miss my very important reflexology foot massage (which was chain-smoking-addictively sublime, goodnessgraciousme). In my haste however, I probably did not convey how much stress and pressure I was under. Its a tough life, mine. Suffice to say, if this was a work trip to the shitty side of India or maybe Beirut, or even say the likes of Arkansas, Id be like "Oh well, what can you do, sorry boss, cancel the trip, its a sign, maybe Im not meant to go. Look at the news? The worlds gonna end" In this case however, it was like a vacation, a jolly, like HAVING to go to Las Vegas for a work Convention ala Eric, or HAVING to go to Boston / New York to be a glorified drug dealer ala Jill. So I was motivated to make it work. And all the cancelations and news out breaks and public media crys to stay away from Heathrow was not going to deter me. I need to chance my arm.

And it was a rush... I intentionally checked into Dublin 4 hours early for the flight to Heathrow, with my flight being on hold until an hour before expected departure. I really didnt know if I was going to be able to go, waiting at the airport looking at and trading back and forth between the flight departures ticker and the Sky News updates every 10 seconds. And when the flight was finally reinstated (along with a chorus of angels singing Hellujah), only the 2nd flight allowed back into Heathrow actually... I found out I had only 1 hour to pick up my bags (Bags in Heathrow were not being transfered through for any flights that day, again because of the pompy british born plotting Terrorist) transfer from Terminal 1 to Terminal 4, and then recheck-in, with the new "nothing allowed on the plane except your clothes and your passport" policy, plus the full scale/full body cavity search of everyone through airport security (they grabbed my ass cheeks and unzipped my fly! Well unbuttoned because I had a button fly). It was the biggest line Ive ever seen, all waiting in turn, to be willingly sexually assaulted. And the airport was in complete chaos. CHAOS. I just needed to focus. And you know how when you watch news on tv regarding any huge "breaking news" alert or disaster, and think "wow sucks to be there and be one of those guys" and then move on and flick channels to watch sports or oprah while eating a donut? Well this is the first time I was completely affected myself. Im now one of those guys.

So anyways, as you know, I did make it to the Singapore flight (again along with a chorus of angels singing Hellujah). And I sent back a taunting email to all my non-believing coworkers. Some of the casualties... apart from having to check in my laptop and electronics and books, I also needed to leave my camera at home because I could not carry on, and there was no way I was checking in my SLR. Oh well... Plus no change of clothes to carry on, so I have been wearing the same attire for almost 2.5 days by the time I get to Sydney. Good thing for the swimming pool and multiple showers at the airport hotel, otherwise, Id have the sour milk smell of the homeless.

Some of the plusses though; again Im in South-East Asia... where the Macdonalds serves Milo! ( I dont know what it is but Milo in Asia is 100 times better than anywhere else) And hot thai sauce for french fries as well. Good times...