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Friday, June 29, 2007
Airplanes aren't poetry
Home from the land of Golf in Kilts
For a day..before having to fly off to Philly, home of...erm...M Night Shamalayan (not sure how to spell his name exactly)...and Benjamin Franklin...
Before my flight, I popped an antihistamine, which totally cured my air-sickness, but made me feel like I was either floating on air or going to drop down dead from drowsiness.
But somehow..I always manage to land myself in a seat in front of the screaming wailing cry-at-the-top-of-his/her-lungs infant.
Even the antihistamine couldn't knock me out enough.
Again..reconsidering doing Paediatrics.
You know what I really hate about airports now? The having to think a million times about what you're packing in or out. No liquids here, no gels there. You can't even bring in water for goodness sakes. What if I was dying of thirst from the dehydration of my 8-12 hour flight? Would I have to spend 2 euros (RM10) for a bottle of Evian? No wonder those shops selling wine can let go of their opportunity to make money from liquer, seeing as you can't hand-carry wine bottles much less any bottles, they're making a ton from selling the so-called 'cheap' fizzies to cover their losses!
It's ridiculous. I had to empty out half the bottle of expensive facewash my aunt bought down the sink (she forgot to take it out of her hand-carry luggage)...only to have the lady tell me I had to throw away the whole bottle anyway because the container was more than a 100 mls! And the jerk behind the airline counter refused to check it in for me!
I blame the terrorists.
If it wasn't for them..we'll be having peace on our flights and airport experience. We wouldn't have 2 hour-long queues at security..we wouldn't have extensive body-searches...we wouldn't have to throw away our stuff!
More on Scotland later. Will do a picture-blog-post.When I finally get the pics sorted that is.
For a day..before having to fly off to Philly, home of...erm...M Night Shamalayan (not sure how to spell his name exactly)...and Benjamin Franklin...
Before my flight, I popped an antihistamine, which totally cured my air-sickness, but made me feel like I was either floating on air or going to drop down dead from drowsiness.
But somehow..I always manage to land myself in a seat in front of the screaming wailing cry-at-the-top-of-his/her-lungs infant.
Even the antihistamine couldn't knock me out enough.
Again..reconsidering doing Paediatrics.
You know what I really hate about airports now? The having to think a million times about what you're packing in or out. No liquids here, no gels there. You can't even bring in water for goodness sakes. What if I was dying of thirst from the dehydration of my 8-12 hour flight? Would I have to spend 2 euros (RM10) for a bottle of Evian? No wonder those shops selling wine can let go of their opportunity to make money from liquer, seeing as you can't hand-carry wine bottles much less any bottles, they're making a ton from selling the so-called 'cheap' fizzies to cover their losses!
It's ridiculous. I had to empty out half the bottle of expensive facewash my aunt bought down the sink (she forgot to take it out of her hand-carry luggage)...only to have the lady tell me I had to throw away the whole bottle anyway because the container was more than a 100 mls! And the jerk behind the airline counter refused to check it in for me!
I blame the terrorists.
If it wasn't for them..we'll be having peace on our flights and airport experience. We wouldn't have 2 hour-long queues at security..we wouldn't have extensive body-searches...we wouldn't have to throw away our stuff!
More on Scotland later. Will do a picture-blog-post.When I finally get the pics sorted that is.
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