From the first day to the last.

At the airport.
8/5/07

12am
here i is,sitting in front of gate c3, waiting for it to open. My dads sitting right next to me on this fucking rail thingy because all the damn seats are taken. WTF! Luckily for mums she got a seat.

And now guess what? Due to the awkward sitting position rudely imposed on us by this FUCKING HARDASS RAIL, I cant feel my balls! Thats right . My nuts decided to take a nap and its pasted a do not disturb sticker on my zipper. But I joke.

Lots of foreign people around this here gate. I deduce they're not from around here. Eheh.

Oop! Gate opening. Brb.

12:15am
Well, that's a bit of a scare. After sliding in whatever bits of luggage i was carrying in the xray machine, i was held back by the big burly cop xray machine handler person man.

'Theres a bottle in there,' he said.

The first thing that sailed through my mind was, what channel was he tuning to in that screen.

'Botol??? Botol ape?' I remarked, while busily rummaging through my backpack. For the life of me, I dont remember packing any damn bottle in the-

'This bottle.' he said, showing me the image on the screen. Well, im convinced: he wasnt tuning in to 'Cooking with Nigella'. It WAS a bottle. But what kept me confused was the how, not the what. How the fish did that get there?!

After further inspection, it turned out to be bottle of... something that a relative had packed for me to pass to her son in switzerland. Snap! I knew I shoulda checked what was inside, dammit! All the while I thought it was a packet of dry fish! But it's all good. I managed to hold the line and also got the bottle of kicap Cap Kipas Udang through. And when I say hold the line, I mean, theres like 10-50 pissed off people waiting for me to settle my shit. Screw you, fuckers! I got a bottle of soy sauce and I'm not afraid to use it! Yeah, thats what I thought, bitches.

The flight to Dubai was pretty uneventful, save for the fact that my window seat got stolen by sum arab ninja chick and her husband. Seeing as that I wasn't in the mood for a lethal arabic ninja-star to face, I let her have my seat.

The in flight entertainment was awesome. They had a kickass selection of movies. I ended up watching Road Hogs. Funny.

Arrived in Dubai at around 6am local time. Oh my, the hot chicks. No no, hot ARAB chicks! Holy crap! If I had a cold, and they were a bowl-

At this point, I ran out of juice on my pocket pc. And when I was in Germany, I didnt have the correct powerpoint plug which basically meant no recharging whatsoever! But just to finish the story...

Then I went to Germany. Did some stuff. Then went to Switzerland. Did some stuff.

The end.