Sunday, August 26, 2007

It's official! It's been a week since I first found myself stranded in Sydney International Airport for 6 hours!

(Did I not tell that story?)

It seems I do have more to tell than I thought. You love stories, don't you? Here's one more. I really should write a book about my misadventures in Australia, don't you think?

But I really love short stories, so, staying true to myself, I will keep this one short, just like my other stories.

The plane landed after flying 8 hours from Kuala Lumpur. As I cleared the immigration checks, I was longing to see a welcoming face and a cardboard sheet with my name on it. Two hours later, nothing. There were lots of cardboard sheets, just none with my name on it.

Another four hours passed...really...slowly. Guess who came to keep me company? (Ans: Lorraine. God bless her, because she made those hours bearable.) I later managed to contact a friend (a former Mission College student), and she came, via car and public transport, to my rescue. The trains to the airport were out, so she took longer than expected. If it were not for her, I would probably still be in the airport, my butt taking root into the seats.

The End. Well, not quite. I'm still not done. Like you, I, too, am reading the story of the my life as it unfolds before me. Quite exciting, isn't it? If only I just knew how to tell the story in a more exciting way.

?dael had a question at 3:31 PM