The Home Forever Lived

Hey,

Monday.

I arrive at Singapore at mid-night. I could not get my boarding pass to my next flight because the MAS counter is not open. And it will be open at 4am.

Anyway, i just hang around the airport. I went to the internet booths. Plug in my laptop and just stayed watching shows and do some small work.

Once it reach 4am. I went to the ticket counter to get my boarding pass. To my shock was that, the MAS worker told me that i could not get into this flight at 645am because i did not book. I was like "what the dinosaurs." It was impossible because Delta has done everything for me. And the worker told me that the flight is also fully booked. The next flight back was also fully booked too and the only time that i can get another flight home was at night.

I told the worker to do everything possible to put in this flight. I was tired flighting. I told the worker my story. The worker to told me to check back with her to know whether i'm in the flight.

So i waited for about one hour and fifteen minutes. In that hour, i was just sobbing and praying to God to really help me out in this situation. Telling God my story and all just really lift the burden inside of me. The very last minute like ten minutes before boarding time. I receive the call. The worker with a wide smile on her face and presenting me the ticket to board the plane. I was jumping for joy and wanting to hug her but i had to jump over the counter which is dangerous.

I quickly ran to the boarding place. Got into the plane and i was just thanking God all the way back as well as sleeping too. haha.

I arrive home at 830am. There was like huge jam all the way back. My sister pick me up with her boy (which totally forgot about me, time to build up that relationship with him again).

The first thing i did was to take a shower. Man, being in America, i did not sweat one bit coming back here i feel all sticky and sweaty. Well i kinda like it though. Miss the weather.

Then i just went to bed.

I woke up around 630pm. Waited for my sister. Went out for dinner with her and my Aunt.

The first Malaysian food i eat was fukkien meen (black noodles) and kung fu chow (white noodles) and duck rice and satay (meat on stick). And soy bean drink.

Later come back home, sleep a little bit more. Got a call from one of my friend. Ask him to come over to get his stuff.

After that i went to suku to eat with Jay and Zach and Bill. There i eat roti canai.

Now i'm back, i think i got some stomachache (not use to the food already). Yet i love my Malaysian food. Going to sleep soon. Totally feeling the jet lag now. Flighting for four days straight is not fun. I'm going to make sure i buy a ticket next time to only flight one day. Alright see you many of you guys later this week, till then nighty night.

Love,