Lovin’ the lounge, wuhoo!

 

My Monday blues started on Friday, hahaha how uncommon is that? ( No, it’s not even qualified to be so ). I was still stricken by homesickness albeit spending a full week back in hometown ( correction, I claimed Subang Jaya as my hometown, but home is where family is right? so bye bye Subang Jaya huhu ).

*Ding Dong Kring Kring Krong Kong Kong* ( whatever the sms ringer is )

erghhh, I’m flying tomorrow. I miss home! Miss Mama and nieces to the bones!! I’m in need of motivation to unearth my conscience from this misery I’ve been thrown into. OK dramatic at its best ahaha.

Scheduled to fly from Surabaya and layover in Semarang ( my favourite Indonesian city next to Bali, is Bali considered as one? ) To cut things short we were scheduled to arrive in Surabaya so early, we reached 3 hours ahead of time. What is there to be done to kill the time?? What? Help me!

“Let’s go to the lounge” the captain intervene. OK. ahahaha

 

My first visit to this lounge. Been to few other lounges in different airports but this particular place deserved the recognition above all. Oooo I love you Singosari Lounge! Keep me in here and I’ll be the happiest man ever!

 

Arrays of fooooooooood. OK should put the weight watcher mode on. I’ve been eating like a walrus back in KL. Can’t bare to blame on anything, Malaysia is just the best food haven on earth. Wuhoo! By the way I’m loving the dessert here. Should I even bother to elaborate? Indonesia is good with their sweet offerings. Hands down they rock it, hard. Ahaha

 

The prayer room, inside the lounge itself! Convenience is the key. But don’t be surprised, you can find surau or musholla as what they called it here in almost all nasi padang restaurant. Performed Jama’ prayers here, as usual, have to skip the friday prayer at the mosque. The captain had skipped five times now. How he wanted to have a day off on Friday.

Alhamdulillah done with the prayers, walked off the room, WHERE DA HELL ARE MY SHOES???

 

“Sir, it’s with me, let me polish it first”

OKKKKKKK.

I nearly decline. Soo not used to such hospitality. Can’t recall how much gratitude I had offered to him. Never in my life ever I had my shoes polished by none other but myself.

 

OOOOOO free internet by the computer on top of the free wifi. Things keeps getting better as I walk through the lounge!

 

Enjoying few sip of bliss. Hell no, I had few glasses of that orange juice. Perfect balance of tartness and hint of sweet aftertaste. OK I know I’ll be happy if I’m fed with free food. Ahaha.

 

Like seriously? Free massage?

 

Oh yeahh they do. Two masseurs taking charge of the patrons’ aching physique. They were rather reluctant to have me snapping photos of them at work. Thank god I’m not a massage junkie ( coz the massage translate as tickling gestures on my body and I might pass out laughing ), or else I may spend the entire 3 hours of waiting in this parlour. My Mama will definitely appreciate this facility.

 

 

The only thing I ate. Shut up. Diet went out the window. Heyyy I need to fly therefore I need to get fueled up! Ahahaha dear fat please magically dissapear from my waist, tummy and all the undesired areas you’re roaming.

 

How I missed The Star back home. This is the only paper I can actually understand reading through each page ahaha.

 

Killing the last 30 minutes doing thing that I love, browsing through mamatiamia’s!

 

To my surprise, I was featured! Ahahaha my celebrity status is on the rise. Watch out world, I’ll be coming out with my record soon! Ahahaha. Felt like a living celebrity, not a dead one ahahaha, OK bed is calling. Let’s dream!

 

 

P/S: Siti Nurhaliza attracted to Dato’ K partly due to his moustache. Will be growing some soon. OKKKK not!