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My biological cycle is severely freaked up. It’s supposed to be 8 pm in Malaysia now but here am I, sitting at my home in India, missing my gege, my shao shao, my tiger, my friends, enjoying the glorious evening heat wave.

Took EgyptAir to Mumbai this morning. Never wanna do it again.

Judging from my bloodshot and swollen eyes, kindly deduce by yourself how uncomfortable was the flight. Dirt cheap though. Lots of Egyptians and Middle Easterns and Indians and whatnot take this plane to transit in Mumbai to go to Cairo. For my family’s case, we need to reach Mumbai to transit to Gujarat.

Had a domestic flight from Mumbai to Gujarat via GoAir. Most probably will do it again.

The air steward is HOT. Beautiful Indian guy with long long eyelashes and big expressive eyes. Body can’t beat my tiger though. 

In case you’re wondering the lack of sightseeing pics of their beautiful ornaments in the airport, well, my family was running for our lives like we were on Amazing Race. The airport is so badly organized. First they wanted us to go through a metal detector only to be checked again by a manual metal detector. The crowd was three lines long and they fully know the Ahmedabad flight was leaving in about 10 minutes. What sense is that? Then the people never freaking queue up properly.

And the overall flow of the airport system is so blah. When I landed in the Mumbai International Airport, we were given some sort of medical declaration form to fill up, in response to the recent H1N1 outbreak. 

After we fill it up, no one collect it from us. No one bother to filter through who’s who that went to the affected areas. So what’s the freaking point?!

No sightseeing pictures but took one totally uneventful one after we complete our wild goose chase. Right outside the Ahmedabad Airport. Happy Mother’s Day!

Auto! They are really very tiny.

And they blardy hell like to honk honk honk. I dunno what’s up with that. Probably coz India is lacking of traffic lights.

Back at home, mom cooked me a meal with Indian rice grain. So long hor? Can tell mah? 

Some of you must be surprised why I wound up in India. Well, I have just finished my Diploma in TARC, and I’m currently waiting for UNITEC New Zealand’s February Intake. So I’ve got about half a year to slack. 

Hence, I chose to come here to shun myself from civilization. T.T

When I just landed and entered my parent’s home, I nearly died. With no thanks to jet lag, I keep thinking nonsense to myself,

“Why oh why did I come to this condemned place filled with skinny dogs and smelly cows.”

Seriously, mental and physical stress can really drain you of your sanity.

Actually,

I came here because I wanted to see what India was like. 
I came here to spend time with my parents because I’ll most probably be stuck in Milk Land for the next two years when I fly off for my Degree there.
I came here because I’m burning with curiousity how does a cow’s fart sound like.

But poor Akonana is all alone at KL now. Le sigh. Friends are going off for Advanced Diploma or to work or to kao zai, and I’m currently stuck here blogging this gibberish.

Goodness, I hope it’s a good decision to come here. Have yet to leave the house and explore the place because I totally kena kantoi by the crazy airport and flight.

And thank you for reading this gibberish. That’s about it.

More Sauce to Whet your Appetite

1. Chaborkia Goes to Three Gate at Old City, Ahmedabad, India.
2. Discovered: Bourjois and Max Factor in India by the Malaysian Chabor! Spree? :D
3. The Famous Kankaria Lake of India.
4. Goodbye India.
5. Chabor’s One Night in Mumbai.