July 18, 2005

How can you tell?

I got back from Bangkok. A trip of trials and tribulations. Right from the beginning, it was a misfortune that my sisters forgot to pack my passport along with theirs even though it was put right next to theirs. For someone as careful as my mum, it's still puzzling how she gave birth to 2 sotongs... and one stingray.

They had to check in first and then, get our cousin to pick me up from my work (where I was still recovering from being baffled why some colleagues came congratulating that the library launch was lovely when I think I burst the budget and would probably get hell from my VP once she comes back to work tomorrow). So, I reached the airport and realised to my utmost second shock (the first being having burst about 10 balloons earlier in the morning because I had extras from the decor) that I was flying to Bangkok without my passport. Valuair has this special promo thing that allows their passenger to travel without passport and only need to produce I.C. Ya, right!

Because of me, ahem, the flight was delayed for half an hour. We reached Bangkok on time! The pilot was amazing, I must say. Or maybe it's how their idea of in-flight entertainment consisted of their air crew serenading us with their sweet vocals. Most of us were so charmed we forgot to unfasten our seatbelt even after the warning sign went off.

Bangkok was super nice. It's shopping paradise except that it was raining terribly heavily the whole of the 3 days that I was there. We did have some transitions though. That was when quick buying trips were executed with brutal disregard for the bank account. Shoes, bags, clothes, fashion, accessories, dried foodstuff, what my mum calls 'cute but buy for what?' stuff... It's shopper's paradise. The less affluent shoppers. They called their duty free 'King Power'. Little wonder why when S$1 can buy 23 Baht.

As soon as I was about to raise my legs up and bask in the fresh scent of all those imitation Prada and Gucci bags around me, the call for nature came knocking. Knocking really hard. And boy, not just once, and not just me. How do you spell die-ri-ear? Dierhioer? Shit. Erm, forgive the pun. I meant, we all had food poisoning. Probably no thanks to the fried worms and fried crickets my sis (the older, weirder one) introduced us to. Really, I should have known better. The least we should have asked was where and how did they catch the worms and crickets.

Sunday came. We flew back. We missed one of our luggages. The one with all the newbuys. The luggage was not locked. Why? 'Cos we deemed dirty laundry more important and valuable than all those imitations goods. At least, they were genuine Giordano T-shirts and U2 pants inside. Life taught me about contentment with such shitty events.

How was my holiday? Fantastic.

~~ None of the above happened. Erm, OK, some did but definitely not all. I was just getting abit bored waiting for Ah girl in the staff room, waiting for our dinner time to dawn after the parents meeting that she had to attend. I didn't want to settle on the truth about my trip - it was utmostly typical, but oh-so-shiok with all the shopping! Ahh, at least that bit was true. I didn't want to come across as a bimbo who would gush over her buys in the Land of Smiles. Jeezzz... now I don't know which is worse... a bimbo or a fat liar... ~~

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 20:37