Note: This entry was written at Medan airport on November 2nd, while waiting to board the DELAYED SilkAir flight back to Singapore.
If you look at it in a positive manner, at least they bother to serve us food (referring to SilkAir). You don’t get that with AirAsia or any of the budget airlines, which makes perfect sense of course. The only problem, I rather be at home in my new Lazy Boy (a new addition to my soon-to-be awesome room with bear bear, it’s gonna be pink mind you). - Scrap that, it never came. Oh well.
I’m quite disappointed with how this is turning out to be. I paid more than a hundred bucks extra so as NOT to be stuck in a “delay” situation. I’ve never managed to fly on time with AirAsia, JetStar or even Cathay Pacific for that mater. So far, Malaysia Airlines, SilkAir and Korean Air has been the only three that didn’t make me sit with bunch of strangers pulling my hair out of boredom (figuratively speaking).
It’s bad enough we have to be here two hours before departure (this isn’t New York, Kuala Lumpur or Hong Kong airport mind you). A delay is simply dreadful! There’s NOTHING here! Not even WiFi!
Well, so much for expecting more from the alliance. SilkAir is off my punctuality list. I’m so disappointed I could tear up right about now (exaggerating of course). My poor bear must be furiously tapping his tiny iPhone 3GS right about now (too bad I cannot publish this entry now, otherwise he can read it and know that I’m furiously tapping on my Apple device too – the iPad!).
What can I say, I’m a writer, when i’m bored out of my wits, I write (or type on a touch-screen keyboard cause my keyboard is deep in my luggage bag and I’m lazy to dig it out). It makes perfect sense really. A writer writes, a singer sings, a teacher teaches, blah blah blah.
This totally explains why I’m suffering hair loss. The world just continuously makes my subconscious mind wanna pull out my hair all the time. And although I do not physically fulfil the calling of the world, my hair just falls without me having to pull them out. I’m making this up of course. (And no, I’m not suffering hair loss, I just don’t have thick hair. I wonder if they can surgically implant hair?)
Going off point for a tiny bit. If anyone knows if this is actually possibly, and I mean real hair of course not some hair extension or sewing method, please do share!
(Coming back) I’m still waiting. Miserably. The last announcement mentioned “proceed to waiting room!”
For the love of god, we’re probably ALL here! There’s nothing to do here! It’s not like we can go shopping or anything. The place is smaller than my primary school’s assembly hall. I’m sooo bored. I should have purchased more digital books for my iPad. Totally dig the continuation of Confessions of a Shopaholic, Mini Shopaholic. The dialogues are sooo… sooo… just great! (I can’t think of a better word really.)
If I listen to the Indian speak for a second longer, I’m gonna strangle myself. It 21:35 “local time” (as in Medan time) already. Aren’t we suppose to depart at 21:45? Another delay I presume? Oh god, can you imagine the cab fare if I were to take a cab home from Terminal 2?
This is really frustrating, I really do not want to hear what men have to say about bad wallet design. If you think it’s bad, why the fuck did you buy it anyway? Isn’t that super duper retarded. You’re saying something you bought has a bad design. It’s not like it’s a defect, we’re talking about design here. Geez.
After watching Slumdog Millionaire, I am feeling more uncertain about “them”. Not trying to be racist here or anything like that, but the cruelty in the film has not put India in a good light. The murdering and what-not, just didn’t go down quite well for me.
I do not want to be in a situation where I’m caught in the crossfire of a riot or anything that involves violence. How the hell can they afford guns anyway?!
If my life could restart all over again, I’d study really hard, be a scholar and become some female politician or something. Basically someone that has a say about the horrible conditions the world is in (or positioned to be). Or research about some oh-so-important discovery that could change the world! I would not have gone into the entertainment line. The root to ALL evil so to speak. (I’m just blabbering by the way.)
And it’s 21:49 and no mention of a delay. Oh god, what’s up with SilkAir!? This is terribly disappointing. An one hour delay is bad enough, now they don’t even bother informing us of a further delay? Did the volcano blow up the plane or something? I am not buying the “technical reason” bullshit. Erm… then again, that makes sense too. They screwed up! That’s exactly what they’re saying.
I don’t think Korean Air flies Medan, neither does Malaysia Airline, or direct at least. I’m sooo not taking Malaysia Airlines and transfer at Kuala Lumpur. That totally wouldn’t make sense, especially since it’s an hour flight.
And they say (or rather, just Priss) a thousand words is difficult to hit in an entry, what do they know. I’m a wordy blogger. Have I mentioned iPad doesn’t allow me to upload images? It’s got something to do with not having a local drive. The argument about it in the forums are very interesting. It’s a love-hate situation.
More than a dozen green boxes of delight dumped before my eyes, no chit chatting beside me, and the fading shouts of a woman that may be in a heated argument with “some guy” (I could be totally wrong about that btw). And still, I’m seated in the waiting room that smells.
As much as I hated Jakarta’s airport (the queue at customs are impossible), I hate Medan’s even more (the wait is exhausting). I could use coffee right about now, but to hell with it. I only want a double shot espresso not some cheap shit.
And tada! More than a thousand words, this is such a breeze when I’m in a this-is-fucking-boring mood. I could complain and find fault with just about anything. Hmmm… I might be a good story-teller after all? Are you still reading this entry?
So anyway, I’m about to kill myself due to extreme boredom. And when you read this entry,
I’d probably have risen from the dead, or successfully pulled through despite the agony I’ve been suffering – the smell and boring conversations surrounding me.
And still, repeating myself for the hundredth time (exaggerating no doubt) I am still here and no news about departure. Did some Russian spy blow up the airplane or something? I’m starting to think there’s some truth in frictional movies like Killers and Salt. I’m sure there’s truth in the frictional blockbuster creations but still, the extend of which it is position maybe a little too unrealistic for an average daydreaming Princess like myself. (I’m just typing, sense is no longer part of the content.)
And the shouting from the hysterical woman that I don’t wish to meet continues. Maybe there’s going to be a gunshot soon?
Medan is not exactly New York City (though even there, it’s not safe), or better, Singapore. In fact, it’s somewhat India or Vietnam. Basically, you could get someone assassinated and get away with it scot free, or so says the blockbuster movies.
Now I’m smelling some sort of gas. Is there like a gas leak or something? Are they trying to gas us to death? Oh god, please no. I didn’t come here and spend sooo much money just to get murdered for no reason in a crappy airport.
No one will read this lengthy entry of mine! I spent so much time writing it.
Seriously, what’s with that smell, the screaming and still no gunshot. This place suck, but Arthur rules! I guess it’s a trade off of some sort. They say you need to give up something in exchange for greatness. The gift Arthur gives to women can be considered greatness.
And people are starting to get a little curious – woman screaming. So exactly what is going on downstairs? Can someone please gimme some updates? Has it any relation to the delay? And exactly what’s with the damn delay anyway. This is truly the worst experience ever.
15 minutes before 22:45 (Medan time that is), an announcement about a delay was finally made. It’s 22:45 and we’re still at the waiting area. So does the plane intend to take off without the passengers? Clearly not.
I’m guessing there’s gonna be another delay that will only be announced much later? Sigh.
I take it back (what I said to bear bear before I left), SIlkAir is just as unreliable.
15 minutes after the supposed departure time of 22:45 another announcement declared that the plane will only depart at 23:30 Medan time. To hell with this. If you wanna avoid inconvenience, at least inform us earlier! Bullshit!
PS: We made it home safely. (Otherwise I wouldn’t have managed to publish this entry.)
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