Route to Pasir Mas 2010

It was raining.

Ai-chan from Mezamashi TV said it is going to be a bright blooming morning, but it turns out kawaii Ai-chan is a liar.

Waited for the shuttle bus to take me to Nagoya International Airport.

It was raining, and I was coughing violently.

A Chinese couple was fighting beside of me.

Or maybe they're just having a loving morning chat.

How can I tell?

A Japanese couple talking to their baby in the tummy. The mother was probably 6-7 months in, but she wears a short skirt.

Maybe for easy delivery?

How can I tell?

I coughed violently, and both couples slowly moved away from me.

The girl sitting next to me on the shuttle bus was pretty cute, but I was coughing violently; no time for that shit.

1500 yen for the ride to the airport.

Went up to a soup restaurant to warm up before the flight.

Warm yummies.

The wide-mouthed Cathay Pacific stewardess said I can have the chicken or the beef.

Both are nice, but not what I wanted.

I wanted something to soothe my sore throat and violent coughing.

Passengers sitting in close proximity to me starts wearing masks.

Nagoya -> Hong Kong -> Kuala Lumpur -> Pengkalan Chepa

That is the route I'm taking.

This would be the my first time in Hong Kong.

The layout in the Hong Kong Airport (don't know the official name) was very confusing.

The directional boards directs people to go round and round.

And they set body temperature monitors (where they could easily detect travelers with abnormal body temperatures) on the way to the transit station.

I don't want to be quarantined in Hong Kong.

This is a dangerous place: Jackie Chan is going to make a mess of this place; cars with explosives are going to crash into the airport and Jackie Chan is going to kick a lot of people from his own ethnicity.

Sometimes he smack white and black people too, just for Asian pride.

But thankfully, Jackie Chan is too old for fun chaos, he now sings Chinese Ballads.

He is a fucking legend, no one can outdone him!

Taking inspiration from my idol, I bought a cold Coke, and rub it all over my face.

I did it for 5 minutes in the toilet.

I gave the Coke to this kid who was staring at me the whole time I was preparing for this undercover.

I walk with a healthy pose. I smile with a big healthy smile, controlling my breathing rhythm, not to break a cough in front of the body temperature sensors.

Success in fooling Hong Kong Airport health monitors: Checked.

I don't remember much of what I did during my Hong Kong - Kuala Lumpur flight.

Although Couple Retreat was a fun movie, I slept the whole way to KL.

So did the Japanese salaryman sitting beside of me. He was reading a Japanese magazine covering golf resorts in Malaysia.

Pro golfers does not deserve the high winning moneys.

With something as boring as hitting a ball with a stick with the ultimate purpose to lead it into a small hole.

Still, Happy Golfing in Malaysia.

The air felt warmer as the plane docks into KLIA.

Then I met Afifi and his wife Fariza, waiting to get off that same plane from Hong Kong.

The newly-leds are my old buddies during our Japanese Language Preparation Program days.

Afifi looked healthier than usual (he is usually sick all the time), and Fariza, happy and cute like always (haven't seen her for the past 6 years!)

I am very glad and happy for them.

I wish them a successful ceremony and a happy marriage life.

Afifi have never asked me for internet links of crazy Japanese porn fetishes, different from my other Muslim friends.

So he must be OK.

I guess he gets his fix somewhere else.

気まずい妄想。

(笑)
I ate Nasi Lemak and Milo Panas inside KLIA: RM18.

With that kind of cheap taste, this one is definitely over-priced.

I rode MAS for my KLIA-Pengkalan Chepa flight.

But I did not get peanuts like everyone else.

Maybe because I was coughing violently all the way?

I arrived in Kelantan without a voice. It was hot and I was sweating like George W Bush when he's getting fried in hell.

But it was OK.

My plane did not crash into the oblivious depth of the ocean nor did it explode mid air into a frenzy case of fire, detonation, horror and death.

My health took a deep dive into the ocean of sickness, but I am back in my hometown.

Time to see the doctor.

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