Merry morning errone! Before anything else, allow me to wish Ramadhan Mubarak to all my fellow Muslim and Non-Muslim readers. From Facebook videos, I see so many Non-Muslims try fasting along with their Muslim friends. Seeing these videos just. warms. my. heart. Yall THORBEST!

Secondly, this post is about to get bimbotic. If you’re looking for a distressing material, then you’re in for a treat!

Last late summer, when I went back to Singapore, for good, I bought a return ticket, because it’s cheaper. #ilovediscounts. For the longest time ever, I thought of just burning the return ticket because, hmmm, most of my uni friends would’ve been back in their respective country, I’ve nothing to buy and of course, I’m just crazy!

Turns out Ashley extends her stay for Masters and working in a windowless office just made me cancel my crazy thought.

Y’know what? I’m getting on that plane!

Ramadhan or not. Summer or not. I’m gonna be back.

So. I’m back. And thisss…. Is another story of my journey back here.

When the receptionist said, ‘Dinner is ready,’ this girlfriend just whooshed all the way in to the buffet table. I was hungry and shivering by then actually, haha *drama but true*. All the Mee Soto energy used up and burned during terawih. *flips telekung*.

There really is no prize for guessing which dish was grabbed first.

All comfortable and ready for flight!

Of course, as always, tskk… hang on, let me calm myself *breathe in*breathe out*, whenever I take Gary along with me for flights, he gets allllllll the attention. Excuse me! The one that talks is here! *waives hand frantically*

You may get all the attention from the stewardess but you ain’t getting my food bruhh. 😈

Gotta be honest, I felt guilty afterwards. Before flying, all the way to landing, I was just, stuffing myself. Ramadhan ain’t about feasting deyyy!

Then, Dubai happened. The projected estimated time to get to my boarding gate or lounge was 30 minutes. *smirk* Pleasseeee, I’ll make it there in 15, thanks. So, I made my way to the next terminal, to the same lounge I’ve always gone through, which takes about 20 minutes from the aircraft, only to be told, they’ve shifted lounge.

The staff kindly showed me where the position of my gate is and where the nearest lounge for me is. With a little directional instruction, I thanked her and went down again.

*15 minutes later*

Arrived at the second lounge, only to be told that that lounge is far from my boarding gate’s lounge.

Again, they whipped out their pen and make little notes for me. We could totally save that ink and put me on a buggy maybe? But of course no.

Gotta go down again, and down again and walk straight ahead for another 10-20 minutes. (Really? At this rate, I might just end up at the Earth’s crust.)

*15 minutes later*

By the time I arrived at the third lounge, I was already a little grumpy and heaty. It does not help that the entrance of the lounge was quite dark. Can’t even see the receptionist properly. Tskk. I was about to go, ‘Pleaseee tell me that this is the right place,’ but the receptionist beat me to it, ‘You can use this lounge, just that it’s a little further to your gate and the lounge nearer to your gate is newer and nicer.’

Well, I did not arrive at THREE lounges to settle for something less 😂.

This girlfriend had to walk further fuurrthherrr fuuuuuuuurrtttthhhheerrr down and finally! AT THE FOURTH LOUNGE, I got the right place!

Any more further I might just end up right back in Singapore. 😬

With a light heart, I asked the receptionist my standard question, ‘Which way to the prayer room?’

She smiled and said, ‘We don’t have one here….’

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‘…. but we can provide a space for you.’

I. WAS. ABOUT. TO. LOSE. IT.

Forget about the long walk that I had, this new lounge, which serves everything halal on board and ground and has prayer rooms in every other lounges, even in Singapore(!) does not have it here in their LOCAL. NEW. LOUNGE.

Excuse, errr… wha-a-whats going on here?

But, okay, fine, I’ve got time and no reason to be upset.

So, I went to the ladies, which was alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the way at the other end, another very much morning walk session, only to find that they only have one shower cubicle which I lost to another lady for doing my business first. Even Singapore has two, ✌️, shower cubicles.

Who is the architect, interior designer and person in charge who approves of this arrangement!?

They could build Burj Khalifa in this country but not extra shower facilities and a prayer room. I wouldn’t be complaining if this is a Non-Muslim majority country.

Sigh, I rest my case.

-end of rant-

So here I am, all comfy with my laptop, blogging about this, being grateful about life again. Truly, God tests the ones He love. He loves me sooo much that He uses this airline to keep my health in check for all the nonsense that I’ve stuffed myself with.

BAHAHAHAHA. I really hope you’ve not wasted your time reading this.

😝