Slept at 6am. Woke up at 9.30am.
Already, I was rushing to my next meeting. Made a pit-stop at an Internet cafe somewhere in Lucky Garden.
Printed my stuff, and queued for a cab in front of Mahbub.
A man and a young girl cut my queue.
"Hello! Excuse me, sir! I was here first!"
He muttered something in Tamil, brushing me off.
I ran towards him, but he and his daughter had already entered the cab, locked the doors and told the cabbie to speed off.
I gave them the finger.
There was so much anger in me, I felt like I've been RAPED! In the FACE!
Steve Coogan, yo!
No doubt the man took the girl somewhere to sexually assault her. These animals know nothing.
So I hailed another cab and made it to KL Hilton. Unfortunately, their lounge was closed for a private function. So we adjourned the meeting at Le (La?) Meridien.
The meeting went well. No unwanted emotions. Just facts and figures. Whats and hows.
I felt so happy, it was like I RAPED someone. In the FACE!
Then I went to Bangsar, where I went to the same Internet cafe, of which the Internet connection was down. I was only online for 30 seconds - enough time to pay just one of the three bills.
And now, time for lunch and another meeting.
