I was blog hopping as usual, when i chanced upon an entry talking about airports. Deep and thick as feelings were spewing from all corners of the square, it dwells on the love and hate relationship one may have with it.
It suddenly lead me to many feelings; first my own experiences with the airport.
Secondly as it is lead deeper into my shallow self, stories that i use to engage with people during the "get-to-know-you" period.
Finally, it leads to what you blog about.
Answering the questions in reverse order:
I blog about things that i dont want to forget and things that i want to share with everyone. It may be always about food, because i want to remember the experience of enjoying food all over again as i look at the pictures as i type. BUT I realise i can also blog about stories that i can share.
Therefore as if awoken after an overdose of anti-histamines, i can also blog about stories that i use to engage with new friends (*hinting you guys are my friends too*)
Thus here goes, the story about my own airport experience, heavily influenced by this post.
Going to airports has always been 'the usual routine'; to fly, to send off or to receive.
I love airports; most of the time i fly off to new places and experience something un-Malaysian.
Call me lucky or young but i never had the sad and crushing feeling of sending off someone that i would dearly missed. Actually maybe call me selfish, because i would follow along.
The point is, i want to tell you all a story because i am lazy to upload pictures. So relax and read with a big laugh.
I was scheduled to fly off to Johor Baru @ 6.30am. This was after a long break since i last sat in a plane ("9 freaking months! You are such an arsehole")
Not bothered to call a cab, so i could drive and thus claim milage, it got me thinking what time i should leave the house.
So thinking that you have to reach the airport @ 6.30am instead of flying off at 6.30am!, just to make sure i get there a bit early and not realising that you had to check in comfortably @ 5.30am, I woke up at 4.45am, so you know i can shower and prepare to leave the house @ 5.20am.
Still not realising as i log onto my blog at the touch of 4.55am, i realised i made a huge mistake for not accounting time required to check in.
WHICH MEANT I HAD TO LEAVE THE HOUSE NOW!
As i sped off like lightning despite my size (*imagine things bouncing up and down in slow motion*)
The way i drove to KLIA, even Michael Schumacher would be proud and Shell would be happy as the petrol the car gulped was unbelievable also.
Amazingly i reached KLIA from Cheras in a record speed breaking 30 minutes, well 35 minutes by the time i parked and ran with my socks in my hand. Running to the counter which was unfortunately at the other side of the airport, i realised i would be in deep shit if i found the counter closed for check in.
Thinking of forking out your own money to pay for a MAS flight to Johor Bahru was just too daunting.
At this point, i must have achieved uncountable miracles as i finally sat on the chair wearing my socks @ 6.20am after checking in. Shortly after, with earphone plugged into the IPOD, i boarded casually to the plane.
Not too bad for an airport experience right?
Promise my pictures will go up soon.