Out of a suitcase.
May 07, 2007 in Diary-writer
I spend (at least) one night in a hotel room, in some part of the peninsular, every bloody week. It's fun, interesting, and then after a while you start to compare classes between what they call 'five star' hotels and 'four star' hotels.
Oh because I'm an executive, I get a room all to myself when I travel. I don't share. So I get to prance around nekkid in the romantic lights of my room and admire the creases of my stretch-marks in the huge mirrors they have in these rooms.
Plus hotel rooms also usually have bathrooms with wall-sized mirrors, and these are extremely helpful when you're doing your self-breast examination, or any self-bodily examination… you get to see everything, literally.
(Yeah, the mirrors in my house are tiny. Sniff)
I've been to places to visit power stations. To attend workshops. To attend meetings. To organize press events. To attend dinners.
But this Friday is different.
I'm going to Ipoh. There's a hockey match going on where international teams are vying for the Sultan Azlan Shah Cup. The semi-finals (two matches actually) will be on Friday. So yeah that's where I'm going and that's what I'm going to go to Ipoh for. To watch two hockey matches.
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I have NEVER EVER WATCHED HOCKEY IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!