In Singaporeeee Transiting..

For the second time around, I've left home...

Significant differences (and obvious ones) are:

#1 It's not as hard as it used to be (I didn't cry this time, which is a real accomplishment seeing how much of a crybaby I am).
#2 Traveling alone this time; starting to get used to it and feeling pretty independent now.
#3 The amount of people sending me off has reduced from a rough 20 to just 2 (everybody's either gone off to Aussie or somewhere already or couldn't give smack for waking up at friggin' 6am... I totally understand because I wouldn't either. It's a deathly hour to be awake).

I have a 3-hour transit here in Singapore and miraculously managed to steal some "PPSLG wifi" connection so thought I'd just post a lil' somethin' somethin'.

Sigh..

Already, I had a horribly packing experience (always the case when you limit a girl to bringing only 2 bags of 20 kg each), only 1 hour of sort-of-sleep sleep, and say good-bye to the last people I'd want to say good-bye to... I had to have a dreadful 55 minutes flight from KL to Singapore.

Sometimes, I curse having an extremely sensitive nose.

I happily picked a good aisle seat (easy exit/access), visited the lavatory before the plane takes off, returned to my seat, sniffed the air...

!$#F%@7R!!^4&E#%*&@K!$^!!&I%%#!N^#82$($G^$%@!!^#&B$@*^#@$O!!!!

I always sincerely pity and give a hearty laugh when someone tells me their horror flight stories of seating close-by screaming babies or awesome-smelling individuals but I haven't yet encountered the latter so I never truly felt the monstrosity of the situation until just.

It was so bad that I swear I could taste my puke.

It didn't help that I really wanted to sleep (I think I actually sort of managed dozing off for 10 minutes by using my hair to cover my face; I didn't care that the people around me thought I was some kind of weirdo).

And the cherry on top of the cake?

3 annoying brats behind making a heck of a racket.

HARUMPHHH!!

My day has NOT been going well.

I'm just going to keep myself awake for these 3 hours and friggin'... do my assignment or something, gah!

I'm dead tired but I don't care. I will crash & burn on my 6-hour flight to Korea.

Cross my fingers that I won't be near any screaming brats or BO fragrance!
(Maybe a hot hunk instead? Hehe)

By the way, MissWishful.Com is in progress of revamping so don't mind the stagnancy for a while!

It should be up in a day or two :)