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Home sweet home
11:50 PM
Home sweet home

After 24 hours of travelling, I'm home at last and its good to feel the sun on my face after all this time. And the slightly scary thing is that I was this close to missing another flight again. =/

My travelling schedule:

Coach from Coventry --> Heathrow --> Suvarnabhumi Airport in Thailand --> KLIA

And the coach departs at 6am and I didn't hear my alarm and woke up at 5.30am! *sweat* Thank goodness I had the number of my pre-booked cab or I'd be in trouble. I made it there just in time as the coach was slightly late and got told off patronizingly by the coach driver as well for it. Had I missed the 6am coach, I would have to take the 8am one which would leave me very tight for time and any slight delay would be a disaster of epic proportions (E.g. paying for a new flight and having to explain to my parents why I missed the flight and making them really annoyed with me) Anyway, I got to Heathrow at 8am and I was all checked in by 9.30am. And I thought, "Great! My flight is at 12.30pm and I have 3 hours to kill with a handbag and a laptop bag to lug around. Just absolutely the stuff of my dreams..."

The duty-free shopping area was stuffed with goodies literally screaming at me to take them home! There was a perfume sale going on and one of the perfume counters didn't have the paper testers which are so stupid cause that's like the essential in selling perfume... No one's going to wanna spray 5 scents on their hand cause the scents will be so mingled! I liked the Escada Moon Sparkle but it was rather pricey, 32 pounds for 50ml. And I was tempted by Estee Lauder's Beyond Paradise but it was also pricey and I was hoping that it would be on sale during my flight back in September. *crosses fingers* Oh, and Tommy Girl was going for 20 pounds at 100ml and the normal price back home is about 30 pounds! I was hooked between getting Victoria's Secret limited edition which was really yummy smelling and Tommy Girl and something Burberry for my sister but I realised that it was waaaaaaaay over the limit. =( Dilemma dilemma dilemma...

Victoria's Secret vs Tommy Girl.
Limited edition vs something that can be easily used and found back home.
Pricier vs Pretty Good Bargain.
75ml vs 100ml.
EDP vs EDT.

Guess which one won?

*c'mon make a guess*




I bought the Victoria Secret ltd edition. Okay 'fess up, how many of you thought I bought the Tommy Girl instead cause it seemed like such a good bargain that shouldn't be bypassed? =P

I regret not buying the Tommy Girl cause I quite liked it, and if I repented during the flight I could just have sold it off or given it away as a gift. I can't believe I missed such a bargain! Aarggghhh!!! It must have been the lack of sleep that caused such a judgemental error.=P I would have asked my sister to help me buy the VS in New York cause it'll be cheaper over there but I had no idea when's the next time I'd see her. Hopefully when I go back in September there will be a promotion on and I won't miss out on the next bargain...

It was a super full flight to Bangkok and I requested for the aisle seat which meant that people would be bumping my head or arm as they walked pass me as I was seated right next to the area where the air-hostesses prepare food. I had the misfortune to be seated right behind 3 males who were forever asking for cognac and talking pretty loudly. And also because of all that drinking, they were always frequenting the washroom. They were downing so much that whenever the stewardess came by with the drinks trolley, she would smile and automatically ask, "Cognac for you, sir?" What I found funny was, they requested for vegeterian meals but were drinking so much cognac. I'm not sure how much cognac does for your health, but I suppose the vege meals could be for religious purposes... Food was rather more plasticky than normal and they served miserly sandwiches for dinner. Sigh. The nicest thing eaten on the flight was the crackers and cheese. No kidding.

I was seated next to a Korean university student who told me that she travelled around Europe alone for the past 3 weeks. And she didn't tell her parents that she was travelling alone as well. Girl, you've got some guts... I got mistaken as a Thai by the stewardesses because I said thank you in their language, and the next thing I knew, they started asking me if I wanted the chicken or roast pork lunch in Thai. And in my confusion, they gracefully switched back to English and the steward was nice enough to give me the last pair of eyeshades so I could get some much needed sleep. Lucky thing my iPod was charged up to drown out the chattering of those males..

Touched down at Bangkok and had about another 3 hours to kill.. I wandered into Coach to do a quick comparison of prices and was about to start checking out more things when I realised I had RM85 worth of Thai currency which wouldn't buy me anything. I made myself enter the boarding area so I wouldn't be tempted by anything and watched dramas to kill time..

My gripe with Thai Airways, why does my 12 hour flight have a main screen to watch movies, but my 2 hour flight to KL have a personal screen?! They were showing 'The Other Boleyn Girl' on the main screen, and you could tell how many people were watching it by the number of heads that suddenly popped up above their chair to try and read the words that were shown on the bottom of the screen towards the end of the movie.

Was "lucky" to be sandwiched right into a window seat on the shorter flight and behind me were two kids who were constantly yakking and kicking my chair. I decided to just ignore them and watch Step-Up 2 which was just so-so. There was some police group or something on board who had the lovely option of having handlers pick up their baggage while the rest of us plebians waited around the luggage belt for it to regurgitate our bags.. Oh and I love the 'Malaysians Only' immigration autogate queue cause its so freaking fast! =)

Signs that I'm back home:

1. Airport notices are written in BM *check*
2. Loads of dustbins around the airport *check* (Its pretty hard to find dustbins in train stations and airports in UK)
3. Nobody queues for the aerotrain between gates *check*
4. Touts offering taxi rides even before I step out of the airport *check*
5. Start perspiring once I step outside and humidity hits me. *check*
6. Daddy 5 mins late to pick me up *check*

Yeap, I am definitely home.

Lunch was curry laksa (Oh curry laksa how I have longed for thee!) and I finally stepped on the weighing scale after a few months and my mother cannot stop laughing about it until now. I am keeping the score on how many of my relatives say I look like I put on weight. Hmmph.

The humidity here kills my hair and I think the sun will scorch whatever fairness I have gained but its okay because what matters is that I'm finally back home! =)))

Written on Thursday, June 26, 2008; 11:50 PM
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