from london with love
jus landed not long ago. in cy's flat now. he went for his jap lesson, leaving me free and wild in his room.. ha. not like there's anything i can do besides using the internet n sleeping. both of which are my favourite past-times. yikes.
yesterday was definitely an unlucky day man... gee.
scene 1: at changi airport check in counter
asked for aisle seat, which was supposed to have been reserved for me when i booked my ticket. but darn, there was no record of my request and no aisle seats were available. so i gotta be stuck in between 2 strangers. fat or thin. noisy or quiet. mean or nice.
scene 2: at changi airport terminal 1
blur me. blur blur me.
did u noe there's this new 'regulation'.. that no last calls will be made for any flight. n that the gate closes 10 mins before departure. feeling so homesick, i refused to go into the departure lounge. wanted to be with my parents for a longer while. however the screen showed 'gate closing'.. n i was forced to go in. with a bagpack and a trolley in tow, lookin all so clumsy, lok kok and ready to sleep, i lumbered my way to the other end of the departure hall. goodness noes why my gate is always right at the other end. cursing under my breath, i pushed my way thru all the way to gate C26. oh my. i was one of the last few to go thru the xray checkpoint for the 3 gates: C23, 25, 26. clearing that, i stopped short in my tracks. there was nobody at the counter for C26! nobody waitin in the lounge. nobody to check my passport. jus nobody at all. my heart raced. was i that late?
perspiration. fear. panic.
suddenly... i remembered.. my gate was C24!!! argh.. how embarrassing, having gone to the wrong gate. to save face, i pretended to act blur and question why gate C24 was not here. so paiseh.. lugging my luggage thru the sensor again and to the correct gate.
scene 3: on board QF9
i had good memories of a very nice middle aged man who offered to stow my heavy hand luggage in the upper compartment... LAST YEAR. this year... no one offered to help. except for this lady who was sitting beside me. she lent a hand cos if my luggage didnt get in, she wouldnt be able to take her seat. hee. oops. shame on all the macho men around, not saving a damsel in distress. haha.
argh... hope today's luck is better.
yawn... shall take a nap.
jus landed not long ago. in cy's flat now. he went for his jap lesson, leaving me free and wild in his room.. ha. not like there's anything i can do besides using the internet n sleeping. both of which are my favourite past-times. yikes.
yesterday was definitely an unlucky day man... gee.
scene 1: at changi airport check in counter
asked for aisle seat, which was supposed to have been reserved for me when i booked my ticket. but darn, there was no record of my request and no aisle seats were available. so i gotta be stuck in between 2 strangers. fat or thin. noisy or quiet. mean or nice.
scene 2: at changi airport terminal 1
blur me. blur blur me.
did u noe there's this new 'regulation'.. that no last calls will be made for any flight. n that the gate closes 10 mins before departure. feeling so homesick, i refused to go into the departure lounge. wanted to be with my parents for a longer while. however the screen showed 'gate closing'.. n i was forced to go in. with a bagpack and a trolley in tow, lookin all so clumsy, lok kok and ready to sleep, i lumbered my way to the other end of the departure hall. goodness noes why my gate is always right at the other end. cursing under my breath, i pushed my way thru all the way to gate C26. oh my. i was one of the last few to go thru the xray checkpoint for the 3 gates: C23, 25, 26. clearing that, i stopped short in my tracks. there was nobody at the counter for C26! nobody waitin in the lounge. nobody to check my passport. jus nobody at all. my heart raced. was i that late?
perspiration. fear. panic.
suddenly... i remembered.. my gate was C24!!! argh.. how embarrassing, having gone to the wrong gate. to save face, i pretended to act blur and question why gate C24 was not here. so paiseh.. lugging my luggage thru the sensor again and to the correct gate.
scene 3: on board QF9
i had good memories of a very nice middle aged man who offered to stow my heavy hand luggage in the upper compartment... LAST YEAR. this year... no one offered to help. except for this lady who was sitting beside me. she lent a hand cos if my luggage didnt get in, she wouldnt be able to take her seat. hee. oops. shame on all the macho men around, not saving a damsel in distress. haha.
argh... hope today's luck is better.
yawn... shall take a nap.
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