Tuesday
1:14 am
It's been another long 5 months and back in Canada. It was awesome seeing old faces and even new ones. But the main purpose of my visit was my sister's wedding. Despite my mom voicing her protests about my support for the wedding and her repeating commands not to. Thing is, I've already made up my mind to come and join my sister as I do support it.
I stayed up all night to pack the remainder of my stuff, and still decided what I should bring to look good as well. I admit, I might have brought a few useless items like my leather jacket that I only wore on my flight and my favorite coat. Well, I guess I had thought that it would be used for the wedding but I had completely forgotten that my sister already got me a suit. I sigh everytime I look at it now. Other stuff like my working boots, gloves, balaclava (ski mask), army-style pants, and turtle-necks, were gonna be for paintballing (which is going to happen this coming saturday). In the somewhat endless confusion about what to bring and weighing my bag, I had finally finished packing and gathered all my important documents such as my itinerary, passport, laptop and whatnot, and just when I was about to leave, I drank what was left of my milk in the fridge and headed out the door. It was still kind of dark with that light blue sky coming out of the east. I put on my training gloves, my father's leather jacket with my hoody underneath it, and went my way. I always seemed to look intense whenever I had my gloves on. People would stare and I could feel it....even more so with my cool leather jacket on. Luckily, there weren't alot of people but it seemed that I certainly caught the attention of a paper guy biking around the neigborhood. I'm not exactly sure whether it was my appearance, the time in which I was travelling with my bag at, or the noise it was making, but it just bothered me.
Waited for about half an hour at the nearest train station for the next train towards the airport. It was totally deserted. And as my mind pondered on how my journey back was going to be, and the cold and tiredness was slowly coming to me, I had to go. You know, GO! So I checked for the cameras, went to the nearest bush that wasn't pointed in the direction where I was about to handle my...."business".....and went. I hate having to feel paranoid about if anyone's going to walk in on you. I know it's a common sight in Copenhagen and many parts of the world, but it gets to me sometimes. The train finally came, and in almost no time, I was at the airport....well before my departure time. Then as I was heading to my check-in counter, I figured I'd grab smirnoff's vodka-apple mix from the 7-11 since I had plenty of time. Tasted great.
The flight to Paris was alright. I actually felt really tired. So tired, I was half asleep when breakfast was served. It was kind of funny because when I was fully awake, it was the time that they were cleaning up all the trays and cups from the passengers. So one of them was surprised that I wasn't served. I guess it was my fault for kinda sleeping. After touchdown in Paris, we had such a long taxi to the terminal gate. Probably the longest that I've ever been in, but it was worth it because we passed by the Airbus A380 and gave me the opportunity to see it in person. It seemed bigger on TV though. The terminal buildings looked nice in Paris, but I'd complain more on the interior designs. There weren't enough seats, terminals were jam-packed, and it was hot inside.
Waited for about 5 hours before being loaded into a shuttle bus that drove us passengers to our plane sitting on the tarmac. Overall, I'd say Air France was alright in terms of entertainment choices and food, but their interior seemed cheap. First off, the plastic cover for one of my armrests was cracked, but it wasn't a biggie to bother me much. Secondly, whenever the passenger in front of me wanted to turn her light on, my light would go on instead. I tried mine to see if it would affect hers, but it just turned mine off. I guess someone screwed up on the wiring. Thirdly, the little touch screen was a little hard to operate because it sometimes needed a second or harder tap to respond. But hey, at least I finally got to see "Avatar". But something else would make this trip the worst one I've ever had. BABIES! Oh my gosh, I used to ignore them but this was different. There were three babies, two further down in front of me to both sides, and the third a few rows back on the right.....ALL CRYING SIMULTANEOUSLY! It was almost surround sound of babies!
Finally got off the plane 7 or 8 hours later, and I was ready to face Immigration Canada about my stay. My sister was worried whether I'd be tied up with them because of my visa and such. It was kind of tense because there were long line-ups to pass through customs. The key to getting through is simple; Act cool! He asked the nature of my stay and I was being honest to the officer (he was Asian and seemed really young, like fresh out of college. Skinny too, for a customs officer). But everything was in order and I got a specific mark that would allow me passage and claim my bag. As I got out, I almost felt as if I was a superstar because many people had been piling up at the exit, looking for their friends or loved ones coming back. I stood in the middle of the doors to just try and find a familiar face. No one seemed recognizable, so I sat down, took off my jackets as I was starting to sweat. After about sitting there for, oh I don't know, 5, 10 minutes, I got up and decided to look for them further down the terminal but I felt like doing a quick sweep across that pile that I mentioned and sure enough, I saw two familiar people. My sister and a friend. I surprised them from behind saying; "Well you guys suck at finding people". They both saw me with big eyes and hugged me.....and I hugged my sister.
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