Hmmmmm. Have been travelling again. I am in a transit lounge in a god-forsaken continent. Waiting for my flight out, not good though (have a feeling I will be back here again)
Lounge is "half-empty", me being satirically pessimistic. Knowing Dato Seri Muka taste (and that of the other dudes and datuks), land of opportunity this is not. Business opportunities is scarce, co-curricular economic activities are virtually non-existent too (based on both empirical evidence and physical existence). Being in a foreign land, there is a sense of escapism - yes....no datin (errr including Wannabee Datins) and fellow datos. However escapism only lasted 24 hours, then reality started to sunk in. Feel so alone!!!! All alone. Worst 3G at times is availaible, most often not. Berry, only available 25% of the time. Thank god, I am flying out soon.
This my fifth tour here, every time I am here reality sinks in after the 25th hour - depression begins thereafter. However beware, by the 72nd hour, hallucination sets in - all you see seems beautiful and gorgeous. The cleaner and receptionist looks like Naomi Campbell, where 72 hours earliers you hardly noticed their presence. Receptionist then is no different than the table lamp at the registration counter. When that happens, it time to leave this god forsaken place!!
Lounge is "half-empty", me being satirically pessimistic. Knowing Dato Seri Muka taste (and that of the other dudes and datuks), land of opportunity this is not. Business opportunities is scarce, co-curricular economic activities are virtually non-existent too (based on both empirical evidence and physical existence). Being in a foreign land, there is a sense of escapism - yes....no datin (errr including Wannabee Datins) and fellow datos. However escapism only lasted 24 hours, then reality started to sunk in. Feel so alone!!!! All alone. Worst 3G at times is availaible, most often not. Berry, only available 25% of the time. Thank god, I am flying out soon.
This my fifth tour here, every time I am here reality sinks in after the 25th hour - depression begins thereafter. However beware, by the 72nd hour, hallucination sets in - all you see seems beautiful and gorgeous. The cleaner and receptionist looks like Naomi Campbell, where 72 hours earliers you hardly noticed their presence. Receptionist then is no different than the table lamp at the registration counter. When that happens, it time to leave this god forsaken place!!
On being consistently on the Berry, Datin once gave me an ultimatum, "the Berry or me...........?" Of cause I chose Datin........for not more than 25 minutes. Once she is off, the Berry I hug and remains my company till morning. Tried comparing Berry to Wannabee Datins, none of them, can beat beloved Berry. Remember that charged card ad - "you cant leave home without it". Well I can live without Datin (obviously), Wannabee Datins (nuisances to my existence) but not the Berry. Though I have yet to do the ultimate test between them - Datin, Wanabee Datins and beloved Berry; soon I will.
"BA xxx leaving dreamland for troubleland......" over the PA. Time for me to take leave....till next time datuks and dudes.
Eish u nih Datuk, kenapa tak bilang-bilang nak ke tempat exotic macam tu ha. I nak juga experience macam mana lepas 72 jam tunggul kayu boleh berubah jadi Naomi, Heidi, Linda ke.
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