I'm back.
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
and I still get questions like "From where?"
Hmm...
Anyway, the plane touch down KLIA at approximate 9pm yesterday and it took me about an hour to make my way out after stopping to buy cigarettes at the duty free store, take my luggages, being stopped by the security guard for carrying four huge luggage bags by myself (donno what they suspect la, but they kept asking me if ALL those those things inside the bag were mine and suspiciously looking at me thinking what the hell this girl would bring back from USA that's so much in the bags) this and that and more crap like that. Obviously, I did a lot of shopping in USA. I even had to leave my 7 pairs of shoes at Cam's place so that my bag wouldn't overload when I take them to the airport.
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After a few days of doing practically nothing but anticipating to come back to Malaysia, waiting for my flight- after coming back from New York, it was finally Saturday and by then, I've packed everything and more than ready to leave the big yet so empty house that I was in. The flight was at 8am Sunday but I was dropped at the airport at 9pm the day before, with 4 luggage bags to take care of and nowhere to go since I don't wanna walk around the airport with the luggages. Honestly, I wish there was a trolley that I could use or a locker to put my stuffs while I check out the Detroit airport and wait for my flight. Could only check in at 5am, fighting to stay awake the whole time, I occupied my time by reading the book (Drop Dead Gorgeous) that I bought a few days back. Damn drama with lots of sex, murder, adultery, kidnapping, - the glamorous, rich and famous, Hollywood, Las Vegas kinda theme. *Sigh* Happy endings again. Pathetic.
My first flight was from Detroit to Chicago, Ohare. That- was only a short flight and bearable, still bearable. When I reach the Chicago airport, workers from the airlines there told me that I couldn't stay at Shanghai for more than 24 hours since I don't have a China visa. Hence, they changed my flight that was suppose to be leaving the next day I reach Shanghai, to the same day I reach there. My initial plan was to stay at Shanghai for a night since my initial flight back to Malaysia was 27 hours later. The disturbing news is, transit time, at Shanghai from United Airlines to MAS Airlines was only 1.5hour and that was the main reason why I miss the flight on my way to USA and had to take the next flight there, which was the next day.
-My Nemo-
Anyway, the super fucking long flight from Chicago to Shanghai was endured, every second, every heartbeat wishes that the next second I'd be in my daddy's arms again. At that time, I could only hold on to Nemo to keep me calm while I tried to rest my tired body but failed. The scene that daddy, mummy, Sharon and Adrian waiting for me at the airport keep flashing before my mind and I couldn't wait to be home. Finally, I step out of United Airlines heart beating and skipping every few seconds, zoomed to collect my luggage, check out and in. I was really afraid that I would miss the flight back. The whole experience was horrible and I swear that I will not take United Airlines again if I'm taking the MAS Airline to USA, anytime near the future. Needless to say, I nearly miss the flight, I was so close, so so close- to missing the flight. I would have broke down if I did.
The 'excitement' was over and I was finally in MAS Airlines. I sense familiarity in my surroundings as the pretty air stewardess over the microphone greeted all of us in Malay, "Selamat Datang". As I sit down next to the Canadian guy, I was breathless, not because the guy next to me was hot or anything, but because of all the running and stuff. Seriously, I was even sweating.
The flight on MAS Airlines was the best. I was finally reaching KL. The place where I call home, the heart of Malaysia. I comfortably sat on the plane, eyes lock to the small screen in front of me watching Hancock and a piece of mind that I'm going home and my family and Adrian would be waiting for me at the air port. I smiled all the way.
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Today, finally, at 1pm in the afternoon, I slept - jet lag, that is. I couldn't sleep the night before even when it's already the 3rd night I've not slept and that needless to repeat the obvious, I was fucking damn tired.
p.s.: If any of you were wondering if I did bought any souvenirs back, the answer is NO. Why? Coz I planned to get those at an outlet in Michigan at the end of all my trips but the person that promised to bring me there canceled out on me. LAST MINUTE. Hence, even my parents don't get souvenirs from me and I'm still quite upset about that :(
Labels: USA
posted @ 11:03,
