Is it just me, or do i always look things in a negative perspective?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
The journey of misfortunate events
The journey back to Malaysia wasnt all smooth.
My flight from London to KL was sposedly on the 16th of june, 11pm was delayed to 17th june, 9am.
MAS decided to inform those who have been queuing up since 6pm about the sudden change of plans. I was one of those ppl in the queue. Grrr.
Its these kind of unexpected journey delays that brings about the small but extended pointless personal chatters amongst passengers who were stranded.
We were sent to a hotel for one night, plus dinner & breakfast.
My room was big, and i was happy in the tub :)
KL to KK? Economy class was full. So they gave me a place in the business class.
To make use of the advantages theyve given me, i went to the golden lounge, just to sit on a nice sofa.
Sounds like things just gets better for me, no?
BUT
the thing is, the guy who printed my boarding pass for the KL-KK flight printed the wrong name on my feckin boarding pass.
I think they called him "boy".
Those of you who are KLIA MAS staff whose reading this, tell him i mentioned him here.
Thank god i went to gate an hour early to check with the airline staff.
With the time being so short, they decided to just scribble off the name on my boarding pass, and with a pen, wrote my name.
I think one of the staff thought that i was trying to impersonate my father to get to KK.
Malaysians think of the worst of others when they dont even know.
My sister's bugging me about using her computer.
She doest want me to take the broadband away from her laptop, so she lets me use hers.
Pffhhh.
I shouldve bought a broadband from ireland.
So, Tata.
My flight from London to KL was sposedly on the 16th of june, 11pm was delayed to 17th june, 9am.
MAS decided to inform those who have been queuing up since 6pm about the sudden change of plans. I was one of those ppl in the queue. Grrr.
Its these kind of unexpected journey delays that brings about the small but extended pointless personal chatters amongst passengers who were stranded.
We were sent to a hotel for one night, plus dinner & breakfast.
My room was big, and i was happy in the tub :)
KL to KK? Economy class was full. So they gave me a place in the business class.
To make use of the advantages theyve given me, i went to the golden lounge, just to sit on a nice sofa.
Sounds like things just gets better for me, no?
BUT
the thing is, the guy who printed my boarding pass for the KL-KK flight printed the wrong name on my feckin boarding pass.
I think they called him "boy".
Those of you who are KLIA MAS staff whose reading this, tell him i mentioned him here.
Thank god i went to gate an hour early to check with the airline staff.
With the time being so short, they decided to just scribble off the name on my boarding pass, and with a pen, wrote my name.
I think one of the staff thought that i was trying to impersonate my father to get to KK.
Malaysians think of the worst of others when they dont even know.
My sister's bugging me about using her computer.
She doest want me to take the broadband away from her laptop, so she lets me use hers.
Pffhhh.
I shouldve bought a broadband from ireland.
So, Tata.
So where is home actually?
I'm back in Sabah to those of you who dont know.
Because i didnt tell anyone im coming back to Sabah, except for my parents, siblings and my aunt. And zhafran.
Though perhaps my presence here is of no significance to you in any way.
To those who (cares, but) i didn't tell you of my sudden change of plans to return here for summer, please don't feel left out.
I didnt feel like telling anyone, bec i dont think it would matter anyway.
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I sat in front of the TV yesterday and i felt as if i've never left.
Things feels the same.
Doing the same things, which fyi means me lazying around & eating whatever i see in the kitchen.
Should i get a job?
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Because i didnt tell anyone im coming back to Sabah, except for my parents, siblings and my aunt. And zhafran.
Though perhaps my presence here is of no significance to you in any way.
To those who (cares, but) i didn't tell you of my sudden change of plans to return here for summer, please don't feel left out.
I didnt feel like telling anyone, bec i dont think it would matter anyway.
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I sat in front of the TV yesterday and i felt as if i've never left.
Things feels the same.
Doing the same things, which fyi means me lazying around & eating whatever i see in the kitchen.
Should i get a job?
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