That was a big day. I'm currently in thailand. Yesterday I woke up at 11am after 3 hours sleep, I was well too excited for the next days activities. I went to work last night till 11pm then I went to the airport and flew out of darwin at 3am. My flight to and out of singapore was fine got to KUL with time to spare but still dashed just to get in a spot of cardio in. Waited nearly an hour for my bags to come up... fear set in. Went as fast as I could frantically scaling the trains and elevators and escalators and tunnels and fucking shark bearing lakes that is KLIA-KLIA2, for fuck sake i grew up in a whole town that was 1 hundredth of that fucking airports size, I would not be a least bit surprised if ol'MH370 is just parked up somewhere in that fucking snacks and ladders jungle that they call an airport, probably just waiting on a fuel truck to come hook them up so they can push back and be on their way.
Anyway, I missed my flight to Sri Lanka, missed doing the clothing drop with the smile guys and missed glorifying how I got in and out of KUL in and hr 50. After that I tried every airline, they were throwing figures like $1700 one way basic economy, it's a 3hr flight for cunts sake! I booked a flight for $600 doll hairs not happy about it but I was on my way again... oh nup, that bad boy got cancelled didn't it. I was boarder line tears and considering just flying back to Darwin and admitting defeat to the concrete when some random old Malaysian guy came up to me and asked me what was wrong ( I must of been omitting desperate vibes) I told him my gig and that my only option was 1700 or wait for 24hrs for the next days flights yadda yada, old mate from no where pulls his iphone 5's out with mophie extra battery case and I'm thinking this old dude looks like he can barely see his glasses let alone tear down structures with angry birds and such, but the old dog just starts whaling this things like its a les paul next thing he's got my credit card and we are running for a gate and I don't know what the fuck is going on, am I about to be raped by this guy and if so has my drought been long enough to almost be hoping that that's the scenario.... any way turns out he is some sort of travel agent Yoda and has found a way for me to pay 500 and get to colombo before midnight tonight... which is why im now in thailand on my way to colombo.... thank you travel agent yoda, although im dissapointed you didnt help break my drought you did save me from going king kong up in this bitch. still no sleep, im looking down the barrel of a 36-40hr sesh. #bongon
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