One of my pet peeves about air traveling is the fact that you come home bloated. It’s amazing how 3 days of traveling overseas can suddenly transform you in to a TANGKI KERAJAAN. It’ll take days for you to be your own KATE MOSS self again. well, only if you were KATE MOSS to begin with 😛 otherwise, it’d take you months.
secondly, it’s the sore back, sore arms sore leg muscles that you get as a result of SLEEPING upright during (what seems like a LONG) 3hr flight. No amount of Yoko Yoko would be able to fix this in time for you to climb up an obscene amount of stairs to your office the next day (pebaik tah kau minum yoko2 ah) . If you are privy to business class and first class please don’t even attempt to understand where I’m coming from because who are we kidding, you first class travelers don’t usually give a shit.
thirdly, during check in at the airport, your eyes would automatically scan the queue and would spot someone that looks like they belong in a ‘SUKA SUKA JOGET DI PINGGIR JALAN’ video clip..and you silently PRAY TO GOD that you wouldn’t be seated next to them? skali the next thing you know..the ‘person you prayed to god that you dont want to sit next to’ is slowly approaching to where you are seating..and plops down next to you reeking of……………….cuka. just how you imagined them to smell like!!!!
sigh.
apa bulih buat, private jet ku kana pinjam..sampai ani balum bebalikkan.
oh. pasal terabang terabang ani. i was discussing my maid’s flight details to go back to indon with Kel.. when my father butted in to the conversation..
me: cani tah ni isuk tia balik ni pakai rba?
kel: awu lah i guess.
bapa: awu, business class.
HAHA.
Thangs you. for kaming to fisiting us.
bye.
