Back home, bitches ;)
Shout out to all. Time to meet and catchup.
Flight was alright. 12 hour flight from Delhi to Singapore. Usually only takes five and a half hours, but due to a crazy transit in Bangkok, I found myself up at 3 am Indian time getting a foot,head and neck massage at the BKK international airport.
Oh, I got sorta picked up by this Indian boy unwittingly. He was probably harmless. He struck up a conversation with the hassled me, the bitches at the baggage counter were giving me shit for exceeding baggage allowance. I had to be extra nice, and when that didn't work - impatience and frustration crept into my voice and I nearly lost it and climbed over the counter and bashed the poor chick up and slapped her against the wall.
Almost.
Nah, didn't happen. That was pretty much an Ally McBeal moment. After giving me a bit of shit, and because the system was so slow here - and they had to close the counter. She let me through after desperately asserting her power by giving me a lecture with a wagging finger ' Next time don't pack so much'. If I were a hunting dog, I'll bite her damn wriggly finger off. I just nodded 'gratefully' and restrained myself from kicking her in her face :|
Going back to the boy, whom I hardly noticed because he looked posuerish and 14. Very jail bait type. I don't know - little boys, really don't do it for me. So after some small talk about his university and the general questioning, ( which I already have a set of FAQ laid out for ) he said, lets exchange numbers. I ignored it, and he was pretty insistent. It wasn't like he was a dirty old man or anything. And I felt a little bad to say 'No.', it was like taking candy away from a kid. He's parting shot ' Call me when you reach Singapore.'First things first, you wanted my number YOU call, baby I ain't gonna do the work. Of course, he did and I didn't. And of course I didn't pick up. For the record, I wasn't the least bit interested. My point is, someone has gotta teach the boy, that it ain't the lady's job to call.
One piece of my baggage got sent off to Narita Airport, Japan. %&#%@^)@$&. My laptop charger was in there, so I have to wait to get it back again tomorrow.
Alright, I'm out. Let's meet up soon, my dear, dear friends.
BTW, Adebelle - you never left your new mobile number, your old one doesn't work. Miss you!
Flight was alright. 12 hour flight from Delhi to Singapore. Usually only takes five and a half hours, but due to a crazy transit in Bangkok, I found myself up at 3 am Indian time getting a foot,head and neck massage at the BKK international airport.
Oh, I got sorta picked up by this Indian boy unwittingly. He was probably harmless. He struck up a conversation with the hassled me, the bitches at the baggage counter were giving me shit for exceeding baggage allowance. I had to be extra nice, and when that didn't work - impatience and frustration crept into my voice and I nearly lost it and climbed over the counter and bashed the poor chick up and slapped her against the wall.
Almost.
Nah, didn't happen. That was pretty much an Ally McBeal moment. After giving me a bit of shit, and because the system was so slow here - and they had to close the counter. She let me through after desperately asserting her power by giving me a lecture with a wagging finger ' Next time don't pack so much'. If I were a hunting dog, I'll bite her damn wriggly finger off. I just nodded 'gratefully' and restrained myself from kicking her in her face :|
Going back to the boy, whom I hardly noticed because he looked posuerish and 14. Very jail bait type. I don't know - little boys, really don't do it for me. So after some small talk about his university and the general questioning, ( which I already have a set of FAQ laid out for ) he said, lets exchange numbers. I ignored it, and he was pretty insistent. It wasn't like he was a dirty old man or anything. And I felt a little bad to say 'No.', it was like taking candy away from a kid. He's parting shot ' Call me when you reach Singapore.'First things first, you wanted my number YOU call, baby I ain't gonna do the work. Of course, he did and I didn't. And of course I didn't pick up. For the record, I wasn't the least bit interested. My point is, someone has gotta teach the boy, that it ain't the lady's job to call.
One piece of my baggage got sent off to Narita Airport, Japan. %&#%@^)@$&. My laptop charger was in there, so I have to wait to get it back again tomorrow.
Alright, I'm out. Let's meet up soon, my dear, dear friends.
BTW, Adebelle - you never left your new mobile number, your old one doesn't work. Miss you!
posted by nubilewordsmith at 11:26 PM
3 Comments:
welcome home!!! we'll probably be meeting up in the weekend. will let u noe further details... see ya!
one little two little three little indians...
nice one babe :p
Welcome back jeanette! =) *hug2*
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