Couldn't get a cab at 5.50am for the 6.50am flight from Singapore to KL and gotta rush to the airport by driving your own car and park at the airport for three days, but only to recall, when the plane was about to take off, that you seemed to forget to turn off the headlights of your car.
Or, to reach KL and waited in vain for your checked-in luggage, and only to find out that your luggage was taking a flight later than you. Then when you are back in the hotel room at 8pm after work, you were informed by the concierge that there was no luggage delivered to you. You called the airport and only to be informed that your luggage will only arrive at the hotel at about 9.30pm.
Or, sitting in your room feeling dirty and tired but you can't take a bath or change out the working attire because all the clothes are in the missing luggage. And while eating the soggy french fries and chicken McNuggets in the old hotel room, you are watching Surreal Gourmet on the Travel Channel and wondering why the hell you are going through all these shit.
Frankly, this could easily be one of the worst day for me in recent years.
I wanna go home, whether Singapore or JB. I just don't wanna be here anymore.
(This post was completed on 9-Jul-07 at 9.19pm)
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