Check-in...

This would be one of my proudest trip so far...becos My bag is really tiny for a week travel...
It was just a tiny black bag...around 8kg.
In fact...it might be smaller than a usual secondary school student school bag...which i also manage to squeeze in my sleeping bag...
Is about one third of my usual Karrimor heavy duty backpack...

What's more...I can actually just hand carry this bag and dun have to check-in...

Just as I am so proud of this tiny bag...and decided to just NOT check in anything...the check in ldy ask me if i have any sharp objects in my bag...
SHIT!...my scissor...I was givena choice to...throw it away or check in my small bag...which is stupid...

In the end...I choose to check in...

To be continue....

Too tired...need to sleep now...

This trip...

It was full of surpirse actually...
Now that i am brighten up by previous posting..I couldn't stop writing...

My flight was 9.55am on that day...
And i was told to be 2 hours early...

I start to pack my bags at around 3am...
and stay up until 6.30am...ate breakfast...
left home at 7.15am..walk to the bus stop and board the bus at 8.15...
And saw olive boy...
OLIVE BOY??!!?...
wait a minute...am I dreaming?..
I guess the two of us...are simply too fated to meet time and again...
In case u forget who olive boy is...please check my previous blog...dated from late January till May...anyway...yah...he was on the same bus...
which goes to the airport...

AND there was a girl sitting next to him...
a rather sweet looking girl...
His girlfren.

And guess what...they are also heading for amsterdam...where I am going for my connectig flights to budapest...
coincidence??...
Things happen for a reason...
But...at this point...I guess we are just fated to meet again and again...
life is strange...
fated to meet just means fated to meet..and doesn't really means anything...
at least this is how i feel now...

Anyway...we have a nice chat on the bus...and say good bye when we reach the airport and they rush to check in....

and this is how my journey started.291005

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Oh!!! Halloween...and Abbey National...

Last Friday was my last day in Abbey Bank. And that happen to be the halloween celebration day for the bank. And I was tod to dress up under the department theme or else I canot enter the building. And the theme was pirate.

How exciting...

I really wonder to want extend will people put in effort to this...
and to my surprise....EVERYBODY!
My supervisor bought a pirate hat...with a toy sword...and wear crop pants...my colleague sitting next to me...bought a ballon parrot which has a built in weight which can actually balance and sit nicely on ur shoulder....and the alpha team Margaret...got a mask...and wig...and wears..big fat gold chain around her neck...my manager Ann...puts on a weird looking pumkin suit...with the leave as her hat...the underwirter team (Risk department) dress up as the fireman....and the Opening team..dress up as cowboys....and the telephone service team...are in pyjamas....

SpeCtacular!...

Just imagine..those people whom i have mention has been wearing suits and tie...since I first came to work in this office...and seeing them in costume...
is enough to brighten up my day...A ZILLION TIMES!...

Whats more...
Chris...he is in this handsome yet cute looking pirate image...white shirt black vest...(SAME AS ME!)...crop pants...and a SCAR drawn on his face....and me...I was ALSO happen to be wearing a white shrt black vest(which was actually my retaurant uniform)...with strippy crop pants...(modified from my usual pants)..plus big dangling earrings...with a scaf over my head...

I was going to take a picture of him with the scar on his face at the en of the day when i realise he had wash the scar off half an hour before office hours...
And i was disappointed and say to him..."oh...I wanted to take a picture of ur scar face..."...and he says..."give me a minte..."...as i wonder what he was doing...he draw a scar on a post-it...and stick it on his face a pose for me...

Cute?

SOOO CUTE...

And after work...I went to meet my colleagues for a drink...talk to him for a while...and he is really cute...AND SOTTISH!...ahhh...i like him...

hmmm...watever...too late...that is my last day of work...

OH BUT BUT!!!...i ask for his email addresss so thati can sent hm the photo...

HOW SMART OF ME....

What a day...28th October 2005

Life is beautiful isn't it....

BuDaPeSt!!!! AgAIn!

Ahh...to say that budapest is nice is not being fair...
But somehow.."nice" seems to be the best word to describe it...
Perhaps a wee bit of melancholy got over me...
which makes me fail to appreciate more things around me...
But...I have to say..this is a...erm...nice place...
Nice is just the right word...really...

I will not use "nice" to decribe Glasgow in the first place...
Glasgow...hmm....dun noe how to describe.

The thing that amuse me is that...this place reminds me of malaysia...
Is a mix up of old and new...old shops old vintage cars..with high-tec laptop and mobile...yet...people use ancient looking toilets and tram...live in old buildings...
I am especially amused by my friends ancient looking washing machine...ah...love old old stuff...yet yet...so many new things going on at the same time...the clashes of old and new is just so intriguing...and makes me wonder how in the world they can actually co-exist.

Suddenly...another word comes into my mind..."interesting"...
Yes...budaest IS interesting...hmm....
I think I am beggining to see it now...
before that...I was blind by my melancholy...
Ahh...

Nice and interesting...that is...
budapest...
maybe...also...
amusing?..

hmmmm...watever...

time for bed...

Ok or Not...

Well...budapest is nice...
but somehow...it keeps reminding me of him...
Like the way my friend finish her meal with a piece of bread wiping away the sauce off her plate...very greek...and it reminds me of him...the couples i saw everywhere ...remind me of him...cheese i ate...remind me of him...the colour of her eyes...reminds me of him...
I am so sure I have gotten over him...so sure...
but somehow...he is still there in my mind somewhere...everywhere...
my life...now full of reference about him...
is already a fact now...and I can do nothing about it...

I really dun hate him anymore...
in fact i never did..
And i couldn't even make up my mind whether I actually was angry with him...
or was disapponted with him...
or maybe i was just sad becos something has ended...
or..I really don't know...

Hmm...BUT BUT...
Budapest is nice...nice...
Nice...
I am just being emotional suddenly...