En Route

Right now I’m sitting in the Kuala Lumpur international airport (using their free wifi. Get on that, SFO. Get on that, LAX.) on a 6 hour layover before I fly to Chengdu.

Some observations about the Kuala Lumpur airport:

1. At the McDonald’s (where else did you think I would eat, silly? I haven’t seen those beautiful arches in 11 months!) the hamburger is called a beefburger. Gotta keep it halal.
2. Most of the women wear hijabis here, and with their cute shoes and matching outfits I get reminded of my favorite Muslimahs from back home at every turn (you know who you are).
3. I don’t know if this is an southeast Asian thing or whatever, but the concept of lines in the bathroom is apparently foreign. My bladder was about to burst the fuck open–TWICE–and some ho cut me in line. I was about to beat a bitch down before I remembered that I’m a lady, and ladies keep their composure in public.
4. Apparently AirAsia is a sponsor of the Oakland Raiders?! I woke up from a groggy nap and for a second thought I was back in Berkeley because of the gigantic Raiders logo on the tail of the plane that had just pulled up. Turns out, I’m still in SE Asia. What a disappointment.
5. The AirAsia flight attendants are really pretty. They all look so exotic–some have the smooth, deep skin I’m used to seeing on Indians, some have fair Eastern Asian features but eyes I’m more used to seeing on Middle Easterners. And they look so cute in their red suits. Also, if anyone cares, not a single one was fat. Or even slightly overweight.

I keep thinking about how in 10 short hours I’ll be in the motherland and I’ll be with my family and most of all I will have a washing machine and I break into the most giddy giggles causing everyone around me to either laugh with me or laugh at me.