The one with a nitemare after touchdown...

There are many fears when we travel... getting mobbed, things got stolen, disastrous trip. We always prayed that neither of these would happen to us...

Well, I thot wrong...

It was a tiring flight back from London, the pax werent sleeping at all and the call lights were constantly beaming at the corner of my eye. I nearly blew my top until one of them mentioned,
"dun you all get a rest?" "How to fuck can we if all of you kept calling us..."
I was so tempted to say but of cos I didnt...

So when we touched down, I was so relieved and can't wait to go back home and have a good rest. As we were walking towards the Arrival Hall to get our Cargo bags, I noticed mine wasnt there yet. But after checking with the ground staff, I realised my bag will not be coming out of the belt anytime soon...

Someone mistakenly took my fucking cargo bag!!!



How did I knw?
I saw a similar model and of similar color on the side of the belt and as I checked further from the Lost & Found office, it belonged to an old lady from London... I was so upset and powerless as I imagine loosing all my winter gears and other impt stuff I had... To top it off, the ground staff wasnt very helpful at all. They didnt even initiate to do anything while I was the one asking them to check the identity of the similar unclaim bag I found at the belt.

Thank you so much pigs!!!

All in all, I stayed around in the airport feeling lost and uncertain for 2 hours before I picked myself up to go back home. When I reached home 45mins later, I received an unknown call and realised SIA called to inform me they found my bag.... YES!!!! I was overjoyed and relieved. They told me that they will be sending it over soon. Those were some of the most beautiful words I have ever heard.

So wats the moral of the story here...

Heck the regulations, I am going to decorate my freaking bag so much so that from a kilometre away I can see it or, as soon as you left the plane, ran like hell to the belt in case some DUMBASS decides to take your cargo bag on a joy ride.

That is just some of my advice, if you have more, please let me knw...

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The one with my virgin trip to... London.

I always heard abt the downside of flying which is working with assholes and always thot that it won't happen to me... well I guess its my luck then, not only to meet one, also having him as my complex leader and not only that, I happen to be on check on this flight and the worst thing I had him breathing down on me constantly and I fumble so many times....!

FUCK!!!!!!

Wat else can go wrong I thot... every god damn mins, he has to open his F**king mouth and start to zap me in anyway he can. He even wanted to blame me for something I didnt even do and only bcame nicer when someone higher than him appeared. Anyway... enough of that ass... he dun deserve mentioning more on my precious time.

London is really a beautiful place... Kev asked his good friend Martin to bring me ard. Its my first time going to so many museum in one day. I don't mean that I didnt enjoy myself. I was so fasinated with the art works on display, like the portray of Sir Stamford Raffles which we always see on our History textbooks actually originated from here. Oh I even saw the art works from the Leonardo's "The Virgin of the Rocks"... it is just simply breathless to see it personally.

But one thing in London is that, everything here is so damn EXPENSIVE!!!

Like a tasteless sandwich and a cup of grape juice cost me $12...

Perseus with Medusa's head

Basically I went to Natural History Museum to see the prehistoric exhibition, then to Victoria & Albert Museum to see all the medieval statues and structures (So damn beautiful loh) and also "The Kylie Exhibition"... (YES! Kylie has an exhibition here n she is really popular as well), we got to see all her life's work and all her costumes n her concerts. So many gays inside... haha. Wat a Treat!!!

Then its the National Gallery where I see all the paintings dated from 1250 to 1900... wow

Martin was having a treat explaining each piece of art to me... He is very into such stuff...

For me, I loved the medieval art pieces and sculpture the best... they r so manificent...

Other than the museums, we also went to Harrods (beautiful building), the London Eye, Big Ben, London Tower, Leicester Square, Soho Square, Nelson's Column... and many more. After that, we had drinks and dinner at one of the gay district... its so fun... haha. All the lesbians and gays together. They are so nice and open abt it.

This trip wouldnt be so good if it hadnt be Martin so I really thank him.

I hope for more memorable trips to come but at times like now...

I miss Kev alot....

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