Stranded in Manila. Had quite an adventure (mental, that is) when after abt an hour on the flight the pilot announced that we are going back to Manila instead of KLIA. They are still figuring out what's wrong with the aircraft. Hopefully I get to go home tonight otherwise it will be another night in this city of .....

Luckily I've got access to the airline lounge, at least I can get something to drink and finally, after more than a year, I've eaten the instant noodle that my beloved always packed for me in my luggage (I only carry hand luggage when travelling). Checked-in luggages are still under the belly of the 737.

Ludicrously, the flight attendant announce "Welcome to Nino Aquino Airport, Manila" - that greeting put a lot of people at ill-ease with Malaysia Airlines tonight, believe me.

I wish they had trained for such circumstances and use a more appropriate greeting. Anyhow, I don't fancy another night here. The experiences (I've had quite a few) in the airport here are simply torturing. And the problem is, the staff are not travelling thus they take their own sweet time in everything; that is EVERYTHING. Oh... you are in a hurry, or you are exteremely exhausted... heh..heh.. tough luck.