Got miss me?

I miss blogging.
But I simply didn't have the time to spare to go to update you guys.

I'm considering having a Twitter board here but I shall see... because I feel Twittering is damaging our ability to express ourselves in beautiful sentences.
Then again, I want to update my friends quickly, especially if you don't have a Facebook account to keep updated about my whereabouts (ahem, Yue, it's you. Hahaha).

Anyway, I'm back from my Hong Kong trip.
See the picture below? Remember the Youtube clip about this Chinese lady kicking up a ruckus when she missed her flight?
Ahhh...I almost ended up like that.

Because of my carelessness, I failed to check my boarding pass and the lady typed my name wrongly. They typed CHIN WEN, instead of CHIN WEI. Although I would like my name to be 静文, I would so not want it at a time like this! So, when I was at the custom, the dude didn't allow me to go in.
The one of the perils of budget airlines is the lack of convenience.

So I had to go and change my name at the boarding pass... when I only had 20 minutes left before the gate closes. Thing is, Jetstar's counter was at Terminal 1 and I was at Terminal 2's customs.

With swift legs and without hesitation, I ran. From Terminal 2 at HK International Airport to Terminal 1. It's no joke. Then the people at Jetstar were so flustered when I told them my problem, they sent someone to quickly change the name on my boarding pass and to run with me to the customs at Terminal 1.

BUT WAIT! My bags are at Terminal 2 because Uncle Wai Loon was patiently waiting for me to return to enter the customs together. The guys tell me I have to check in there because I would miss the flight if I ran back to Terminal 2. BUT I HAVE TO RUN BACK, DUDE! MY BAGS ARE AT TERMINAL 2 and Uncle Wai Loon is waiting for meeeee!

So, I did. I ran back again. It was 10.45am when I was at Terminal 1. I had to run back to Terminal 1 within FIVE FREAKING minutes. The gates would close at 10.50am!

As I ran, I prayed. I was so scared. My legs were turning jello and my shoes were slipping as my feet muscles no longer have the strength to grip my shoes.

Okay, I flew there. Now imagine. It's Jetstar. Budget.
You think the gates are soooooo near to the customs? You have to walk a long, long way before you can get to the gates. And at the gates, you need to take a bus to get to airplane.

It's crazy. So poor Uncle Wai Loon had to race with me, whilst pulling his luggage bag and carrying my heavy 5.5kg backpack (It's BUDGET! So we cannot check in our luggage and had to hand-carry) to get to the gate which was very far. I was panting like I ran 34920km.

My God's grace, we made it. 2 people were even later than us... WHAT THE.

When I boarded the plane, I heaved a big, big sigh of relief.

I was soooo thirsty after all the running across terminals at the HK International Airport.

Alas, it's BUDGET airline! I had to buy a small bottled drink at HKD$20 (which is around S$4)and sweet, sweet Uncle Wai Loon bought it for me. I was so shocked. He didn't complain about having to run crazy routes with me, and he even bought me the drink when I complained I was thirsty and panting like crazy.

I really saw in Uncle Wai Loon a humble and sincere kindness. He's my God-sent angel throughout my Hong Kong trip too. I shall share more about my amazingly inspiring HK trip soon.

For now, I just thank God for sending me back to Singapore safely. He listened to my prayers! Uncle Wai Loon is really my kind angel! His wife is sooo blessed to have him (:

If not for him, I could have ended up in a Youtube clip entitled, "Singaporean lady goes crazy over a missed flight"!