What a BiG and GOOD day.

Again, I AM HERE!!
Well, this is the second day in home since my last SICKING flight.
I flew back home yesterday, but honestly, riding the plane was just like riding the roller coaster.
The only difference was we were not hanging and rolling between the clouds and the sky with just a SAFETY BELT, but some stewardess and strangers. XD
It was a bad day with a bad weather, but a big and full jovial mood there.  XD

Firstly, I rode into a car, which sent me to the airport, with a driver, who drove FAST and FURIOUSLY, and harsh words were nearly cracked out from my lips when I shut the doors down.
A VERY BIG TUMBLING happened to my dear stomach, intestines perhaps. 

I managed to board into the plane, with a hoarse voice and drag along the corpse-like body into the cabin. My seat was set beside two girls, where chit-chat non-stop sessions were lecturing me. And my beautiful little Roman girl, started to perform herself with a series of words and alphabets, which I couldn't even understood a single piece of it, and I supposed to give some reaction about harsh words for it. (Forgiving me for my harshness, but, it was ANNOYING when I was being waked up by her noise when I nearly fell asleep.)

So a bad weather was there. So a poor metal bird was flying. So the nervous pilot flew around the dark clouds and rain. So the DESOLATE passengers riding on the plane. Turbulence were happening every time. I was just like riding the roller coaster, where I could even feel some strange with my stomach, and of course, my poor little EARS. 


So the whole thing finished at about 5:45 pm, where I was being thrown in Changi International Airport, Singapore. The rush hours start after that though. We ran to the MRT station, grabbing for the ride, heading to BUGIS street, for the direct bus transport to the custom. Rain was falling, without hesitation, and sympathy. So the POOR AND STUPID TWO ran to the street in the rain, and managed to get on the bus. Then, TRAFFIC JAM CAME. It's just like a series of procedures, which destined to make me CAN'T GET BACK TO THE POINT I WISH TO ON TIME. I want to interview for the leading characters for the movie, A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS, I'm sure to exceed Jim Carrey's unluckiness with my bad luck. Can I?


I got back to Johor Bahru at about 8. The events were torturing me. I was SICK OF IT. But when I started to stepped into the house after a SUPER-DUPER TIRING SHOPPING SESSION with my sis, (I was buying nothing for myself, but carrying a lots) I enjoyed the fashion show so much. THE VICTORIA'S SECRET FASHION SHOW 2010. My goodness!!! Looking at the high heels, the nice and designated lingeries, everything, it made my mood to be nicer and super higher, and of course, the biggest factor was, I STEPPED INTO MY HOME AGAIN, with the warmth of my mum and dad.  :)


It's nice to be home. HONESTLY.