12.45 FINALLY. we're off to Hong Kong. wait. mom's STILL packing luggage. i've got a real kiasu mom. you know, she's even bringing ear diggers. what heck. i'm gonna miss my handphone. dad's caling the taxi.
12.50 shitty taxi driver. so chaoji fast. he called twice to hurry us up. what happened to "customer's always right?"
1.00 we're finally in the taxi. the driver is a hulking feller. i take all that i said about him back.
1.10 my brother has car sickness. he's leaning on me like i'm some sorta cushion or sth. i try to take a bloddy nap. i fail.
1.20 lalala. the taxidriver's phone keeps ringing. and i thought mom's ringtone was old fashioned. his is worse.
1.40 yay, we reached the airport. i prod my bro in the butt. he wakes. i stare innocently at teh terminal.
1.50 we are queueing up to deposit our luggage. the queue is long. this old lady comes up to dad and asks us which queue we're in. like DUH. there's only one queue. i turn up my nose at her. and roll my eyes for a better effect. she walks behind me. that's better. the things people will do to jump a queue!
2.15 we go to this eety bitty restaurant. the food is marvelous.
2.35 dad says we should take photos with a big snowman figure. i hate pictures, but grit my teeth and face the snowman. i feel its tubby stomach. it's styrofoam. i recall my geog teacher saying styrofoam is harmful to the environment. i give the tummy a punch.
3.00 its boarding time! i feel an urgent need to pee.
3.15 waiting patiently for bag checking. i enter two metal sensor walls and there's a loud beeping sound. i assure myself, i am no terrorist, and casually walk over to this security personell. she discovers my belt buckle and watch. i breathe a sigh of relief.
3.20. its my mother's bag's turn to be checked. another loud beeping sound. the eardiggers are found. so much for the hoolabalu.
3.35 waiting to board plane watching two children play with makeshift light sabres. i remember the innocent times when i was a child and reminiscise.
3.45 woot. the plane can be boarded. women and children go first. what's this, titanic? and i'm no child. i'm no woman either(not a girl, not yet a woman. haha!)
3.50 i wander aimlessly to the plane. wait, is this the plane?
4.00 finally find my seat. i'm facing the window. woopie. some flight stewardess teaches us how to buckle our seatbelts. who does she think i am? a one year old baby? wait, i hear a baby crying.
4.35 the plane takes off. i hope out loud they'll be turbulence and we'll get stranded on an island like in LOST. mom slaps me. how superstitious!
5.00 i'm bored
6.00 i'm bored
7.00 i'm bored
7.35 YAY! I'M IN HONG KONG!!!
deliriouS.