Dunny again

24 hours spent on planes and airports is enough to drive me crazy. A few crying babies make me a panda-eyed crazy woman. I slept less than an hour in more than a day.

Yummy thick toast w/ butter and chocolate @ T3, changi airport.

My favourite dish EVER- butter prawns.
Give me a lifelong supply of butter prawns and I'll marry you.

This time, I decided to bring back some food i.e. packs and packs of asam laksa flavoured maggi mee and bak kut teh spices. As declaration was necessary, I put all food items into one box for easier inspection. Turns out that a FULL and very thorough inspection is needed nowadays. The customs lady took out EVERY single item from my luggage and placed them all on the table.

Imagine how huge my eyes were when she took out my dirty bolster.

So they emptied my luggage, scanned it, then swabbed it (many times) to test for *gasp* drug substances (as "there were inconsistency and we had to be sure"), then sent it away for another scan by the quarantine department of some sort, then helped me repack my stuff. Oh, and I forgot it was still a cellphone-free zone and yapped away happily with my mum UNTIL an officer told me. Ooooops.

After a long hour wait, I was free to go. A caucasian guy opposite my table wasn't that lucky. He was there before me, and was still waiting for clearance as the immigration people suspected that he was going to work in NZ using a visitor's visa looking at the amount of clothes he brought in. Poor guy.

The flight from Christchurch to Dunedin was not as smooth as the last 2. In fact, halfway between Christchurch and Dunedin, the cabin pressure went down suddenly and the pilot announced an emergency landing and that the plane was heading back to Christchurch airport. It was quite a scene: people asking the 2 air stewardess about what was happening, and why. 5 minutes later, the pilot made another announcement about everything turning out alright: that whatever that has caused the decompression has been "fixed". Huh. So no emergency landing thank God, I was hungry and cranky already then.

Upon landing, we were given letters explaining about customer support, i.e. info about who to call and who to complain to. Those who wanted to know more about the incident was asked to stay back and talk directly to the captain. I couldn't be bothered. My guess is: either the pilot or co-pilot accidentally pushed a wrong button and caused cabin pressure to decrease (I was seriously expecting the oxygen masks to appear any minute then).

So my journey back here is definitely one the most interesting yet tiring one yet.

Anyway, I'm here at the new flat now. My room is still not in a livable state yet, so I'm still staying at May's room at the moment. It's a hassle trying to look for things in the midst of the 15 packed boxes in my room. Hopefully I'll get to move into my room sometime this week, after the agent comes by for a flat inspection Monday afternoon and decides whether to do some re-carpeting or not.

Mould is EVERYWHERE. On the curtains, on the pieces of furniture that I was about to assemble back into my shelf.

I know.
EWWWWWWWWW.

And the solution?

Exit Mould!!!
haha.

Now all I have to do is to tidy up this mess and make my room a HOME.