i am using der's macbook AND IT IS SUCH A BITCH!!!!!
i cannot believe even MacBooks have autocorrect installed and it just autocorrected der to deer and capped the m and b in macbook i typed earlier wtf. cheebs.
anyway.
dear god. i have had enough airport drama to last me for at least 5 years.
it all began with the checking in procedures.
i should probs make it clear that both our passports are only 1 year old BUT my retarded brother somehow managed to chuck his into the washing machine (i know right) and obviously damaged the paper and the microchip inside. this was when he was in perth.
he had to go to the malaysian embassy and they made a new one for him - the australian immigration was onto it because he updated them but the malaysian immigration had no idea la, i am guessing.
so checking in, because there were no records of my brother's new passport - i think the airport staff got into a frenzy and had to make a few calls to ensure brother wong is not a terrorist.
-__-"
also, our luggages were severely overweight because we were carrying stuff for our aunties and uncles in perth and even had to pay an excess of rm40.
my uncles' stuff that was meant to be checked in had to be hand carried.
never mind, small matter yeah?
so we happily pottered to customs, relieved that brother wong's visa problems were finally settled.
chucked our bags onto the conveyor belt and one of the custom officers gestured to my uncles' bag and asked out loud: "whose luggage is this?"
-__-"
it seemed that something inside the bag was dubious looking on the x-ray machine and we had to open it to see what the fuck was inside.
brother wong and i had no idea because IT WAS MEANT TO BE CHECKED IN and i know there was no food in there because i didn't wanna declare anything at all.
opened the bag and oh my god, i dunno whether to laugh or cry.
it was filled with GARDENING TOOLS - hoses, wires and the thing that caused the whole drama - A FREAKING HAND SPADE. SPADE!!!
faint.
the edges were sort of sharp and the officer told us we can't bring it on board and we were both like "sure thing, i understand" while zipping the bag up in a haste because i was holding up the queue -__-"
then his senior said that it's fine because the edges were not that sharp and realised that we both can't do shit a spade so he let us through.
-____-"
that's in KL.
that's not the end either wtf.
our flight arrived at 5.30am and after we've cleared everything (including buying a bottle of whiskey to drink my sorrows away), we reached at my uncles' place at about late 6am.
i was on the phone being stupid with der and unpacking at the same time when suddenly i bellowed a
"OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS NOT MY LUGGAGE!!!!!!!!!!!"
der went silent for awhile and my brother who was chilling outside crept into my room to give me a jaw dropped shocked expression.
i myself went all wide eyed and thought WHAT THE FUCK me this cannot be happening.
but it was happening for realz -___-"
the luggage i took was identical to mine (silver, hard case with double zip and has 4 wheels) but this unknown bag was locked with a key padlock while mine has a built in combination lock.
i forgot i was on the phone with der when he piped up: "okay calm down babe. call the airport and check to see if they have yours."
i hung up and tried to call but decided to fuck it and just go to the airport anyway to save time.
poor brother wong had to drive me all the way back (after we just got back less than an hour ago wtf) and morning traffic was crazy too.
luckily, the drive there isn't like kl-klia far otherwise i would've just passed out -__-"
if it wasn't for the fear of losing my laptop (yes i check my laptop in), my clothes and my shoes, the situation was actually quite funny wtf.
we finally reached the airport and since there weren't many ground staff doing their rounds, i approached the qantas help counter and they were genuinely helpful until:
"which airline did you take?"
"air asia."
"ohh sorry we can't do anything about airasia flights. we're only responsible for qantas."
-___-" so the INTERNATIONAL airport staff only has qantas help desks?
my brain is full of fuck.
went upstairs to the airline offices BUT AIR ASIA DOESN'T HAVE AN OFFICE IN PERTH!!!
motherfucking zomg.
there was no time to be whining because i want my luggage back -__-"
went downstairs again to the customs who brought me to another office but again, they don't deal with air asia flights and gave me a number to call instead.
called the number and the lady was somewhat more helpful than the other losers.
i mean, how fucking hard is it to CALL the luggage department in the arrival hall?!?!?!?!?! we were pretty much 10 feet away from it anyway!
direct me here and there for fucks!
i forgot i was on the phone with der when he piped up: "okay calm down babe. call the airport and check to see if they have yours."
i hung up and tried to call but decided to fuck it and just go to the airport anyway to save time.
poor brother wong had to drive me all the way back (after we just got back less than an hour ago wtf) and morning traffic was crazy too.
luckily, the drive there isn't like kl-klia far otherwise i would've just passed out -__-"
if it wasn't for the fear of losing my laptop (yes i check my laptop in), my clothes and my shoes, the situation was actually quite funny wtf.
we finally reached the airport and since there weren't many ground staff doing their rounds, i approached the qantas help counter and they were genuinely helpful until:
"which airline did you take?"
"air asia."
"ohh sorry we can't do anything about airasia flights. we're only responsible for qantas."
-___-" so the INTERNATIONAL airport staff only has qantas help desks?
my brain is full of fuck.
went upstairs to the airline offices BUT AIR ASIA DOESN'T HAVE AN OFFICE IN PERTH!!!
motherfucking zomg.
there was no time to be whining because i want my luggage back -__-"
went downstairs again to the customs who brought me to another office but again, they don't deal with air asia flights and gave me a number to call instead.
called the number and the lady was somewhat more helpful than the other losers.
i mean, how fucking hard is it to CALL the luggage department in the arrival hall?!?!?!?!?! we were pretty much 10 feet away from it anyway!
direct me here and there for fucks!
anyway, the lady was from sky star and her office is not in the airport itself and she asked me to go over.
i told her, lady, seriously, u don't even know if my luggage is in the arrival hall or not and it would waste BOTH our times going back and forth so can u PLEASE just make a call -___-"
she agreed after i told her my phone battery is gonna KO at any time and i quickly described how my luggage looked.
10 minutes later, after some calls presumably, someone from customs rolled my luggage out and i wanted to jump hug her.
how hard was that!
anyway, we agreed to help drop off the luggage i took by accident to sky star's office.
at the car park, brother wong was like:
"are you SURE this is yours?" *gesturing to MY lugagge*
"yes, sure."
"they look the same la omg. no wonder you take wrong."
we double, triple, quadruple check before dropping the correct one off because honestly, i'm quite surprised that guy whose luggage i took didn't take mine wtf.
then again, he'd not an idiot T__T
drove home (again) and literally KO-ed for 6 hours X___x
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i want to shoot myself just thinking back on what happened -___-"
the victim of the situation is definitely brother wong, who not only didn't complain AT ALL about chauffeuring me up and down, but was extremely helpful when i was panicking like a mad woman.
also, the owner of the luggage i took by mistake.
sorry ah :( i felt so terrible knowing that he'd have to drive back to the airport again.
sighpie.
anyway, bygones shall be that.
signing off now for a shower and a movie while der is out!
xx
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