Getting there 3 hours to check-in time and being so bored you call your colleagues who went nuts with your projects so you had to help them while standing in line.

Scoring a window seat.

The ladies seated next to me asking if they can have my window seat. Get real.

Getting checked for explosives. Third time’s the charm.

Airplane food has not improved.

Turbulence is a constant.

That special feeling you get in your stomach as the plane tries to land amid turbulence. After consumption of said crap airplane food. Note to self: when the stomach suggests that mixing kacang masin with the chocolate raspberry slice, it’s probably not a good idea.

That strange feeling as the announcement for disembarking end with “… to all Malaysian passengers, welcome home.”

Heartburn after mamak.

I should really write about the wedding, but I have so many things to do and I’m still suffering from a serious case of shock at the efficiency of the government. There is an anomaly in the time-space continuum when it takes you less than 5 minutes to renew your passport, and less than half an hour of waiting when collecting it the next day.