Right let me do this again. (My first post was deleted due to some unknown reason)


Completed my 24 hour journey from Singapore back to Cambridge. The BA flight i was on sat on the tarmac for 1 hour, waiting for clearance from Changi. Reason given: we have to wait our turn in a queue. Busy night. More likely, SQ flights get priority. The flight was good. Sat next to 2 brits, probably scots. They had thick accents. Watched 3 hollywood movies on board. Couldn't handle arthouse flicks on long flight. 'Mean Girls', 'Stepford Wives' and 'The Day After Tomorrow'. Haha.. loved mean girls though. Lindsay Lohan was very good in the movie.


Landed in Heathrow early. BUT, thanks to some strange policy on noise pollution, we couldn't drive the plane from the landing strip to the aerobridge. We had to wait fr a truck to pull the plane there since it was before 7am. SO, we ended arriving in the terminal half an hour later than scheduled.


Wanted to get a direct coach to Cambridge from the airport. BUT the ticket office was closed! Person told me to take a shuttle bus to the central station instead. Waited for a bus that never arrived. Then decided, to do it the expensive way. Took a train into Central London. Then transferred to the Tube, taking me from Paddington to King's Cross. Monopoly players, remember them? At King's Cross, while queuing to get tickets, i saw this byotch, arguing with the sales counter person. She wanted to get a ticket refund and had been standing there for 30 mins. I just bloody want my damn Re-firnd... she's probably from Birmingham, going by the accent.


Finally, arrived in my room, via this quicker but more tiring journey. If i wanted for the coach, i would still be humming along the motorways. Moved into my room, checked my pigeon hole, wow.. chokeful of mails. Did some shopping, decorated my room and here i am, now waiting for an internet connection in my room.