Blogging from Dubai International Airport.

Just touched down after a 6 agonising hours seated next to a very weird man. Blogging with airport’s free wifi.

Beaten.
Pooped out.

It was a full flight and I was fortunate to get an exit lane seat. Guy next to me was not very appreciative though, he was whinging and complaining about everything to the stewardesses throughout the flight.

Firstly, he was the last person to board the plane. We were delayed because of him too. Anyway, because he was late, so the fella found himself a bare seat, with no pillow, headphones and blanket. It’s normal practice for cabin crew to collect unused pillows/blankets/miscellaneous kits as they are limited in number.

Anyway, the safety instructions were played. First in English and then in Arabic. After the instructions had finished playing, he summoned a stewardess. And guess what he complained about?

He was pissed that the instructions were played in English first instead of Arabic. His rationale was that Arabic’s the national language of Emirates and thus should be played first. And then he reassert that this “problem” had occurred many times with his previous flights and each time, he had complained to the crew but nothing was ever done. And then he asked the stewardess, “What’s the point of flying with Emirates when you can’t use your national language first?”. I was rather taken aback by his snootiness. While I understand where he’s coming from, it’s still a pretty ridiculous issue to fuss about, when he’s the one who couldn’t even board a plane punctually. English is afterall a lingua franca of the world. I knew then and there I was seated next to a weirdo.

Also, I believe he assumed that I stole his blanket, because when he requested for his blanket he made a really loud remark saying someone stole his blanket.

He did the same thing with his pillow. Unfortunately for the stewardess, the pillows had ran out by then so she asked him if he minded using a rolled up blanket instead. His answer was, “Yes, I do mind”. Luckily, the poor girl managed to find a single pillow for him at the end.

Then, he was looking for his entertainment guide and yeah, I admit it’s my own fault for taking his entertainment guide in the first place cause my guide was at the far front next to the the crew seat. Dude was damn drama, like searching for a missing child. Luckily before he kicked up a fuss with another unlucky stewardess, I remembered that I had taken his, so I gave him back. Then he thanked me so sarcastically, “OH! THANK YOU SOOoo MUCH!” -_-

Gawd, bloody weirdo. When he was eating also, kept jutting his elbow into my space -_-. Didn’t even offer any apology while I was totally civil with him. There are people who exist to make others miserable!

Krabi, Thailand – Day 2 (Part One)

DAY 1

After a fun-filled first day in Krabi, we woke up to a scrumptious breakfast spread by Sheraton Krabi. Unfortunately I hadn’t taken any picture at breakfast because both my lenses decided to fog up after spending a very cold night stuck in my very cold Lowepro. I was worried sick about the lenses but luckily they cleared up right before our island hopping adventure.

Our destinations were Chicken Island – Thale Waek – Si Island – Poda Island – Railay Beach.

We arrived at the beach. There was no jetty or anything like that. Thais keep it real…just sun, sea and boat. We quickly registered and I was trying to push my poor sea experience out from my head.

Registering.
Registering for island hopping trip. PICTURE BY NIGEL.

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BAN TAIWANESE GAME SHOWS FROM ASTRO!

It’s 5.50am. Been watching this pathetic Mythbuster wannabe called “Smash Lab” for the past hour cause nothing good was on tele. Okay, at least it’s in english.

I have absolutely nothing to do here. NOTHING. I’m bored out of my mind. I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. How many times can I say that to reiterate the fact that I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. There’s Astro, but Mom is always watching Taiwanese game shows. I don’t know why she likes those shows, I don’t know how my brothers can stand it. When Dad’s home, the golf channel will be on instead and as boring as I think the game is, at least the channel is quiet. It helps too that the new generation of golfers are getting hottier. But Dad is in Jakarta now and so it’s Taiwanese game shows all the way. The people in there are so shrieky and I just get so angry and pensive whenever they’re on the idiot box.

What is a Taiwanese game show? Beats me, really. I can tell you how to spot one though. Observe the following:

1. The judges: A panel of women with a clear penchant for plastic surgeries seated in a row. There may or may not be a token male judge.

2. An ugly and/or obnoxious host.

3. A lot of special sound effects to follow after the ugly and/or obnoxious judge made a joke that is not funny.

4. Contestants who don’t seem to know why they’re there.

5. A lot of laughing and screaming and generally headache inducing sounds.

I don’t even know why I’m writing about this. I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO. My main laptop is at my bf’s so I can’t even catch up with work or process any picture. I tried to read but it’s too noisy in here. JIBBER JABBER CHING CHONG CHING CHING JIBBER JABBER. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think..I think I need more friends in Cheras.