Fuck Cathay Pacific airline.

I’m sitting alone in a crappy airplane seat right now. My feet are stiff, my neck is aching, and my eyes are swollen. Ever had a moment when you had everything planned to the T, and someone up there just simply wants to disrupt all that and shake things up a little? I’m living in that moment. Screw my original perfect plan of taking the 1.10pm flight out of Los Angeles, and arriving back in Singapore at 11.45pm on a Friday night, just in time for supper with my family. Screw my plan to go home, pack my already separately packed baggage in a smaller suitcase for the Australia bound flight the next morning, and my plan for a good night’s rest. Screw my deliberate attempt to book a flight 9 hours from my arrival into Singapore, to avoid any fuck-ups any airline can ever give me.

Because I was wrong. Cathay Pacific can sure do more than that. What it did do, was to arrange for a fuel-up in Korea, leading to a delay of 2.5 hrs in our entry into Hongkong, effectively killing all hopes of me catching my 8pm flight out of Hongkong, which also happens to be the last flight of the day from Hongkong into Singapore. It doesn’t matter that Hongkong happens to be the base of Cathay Pacific. Apparently they just have a pathetic number of flights, and inefficient planning skills that when it comes down to the crunch, which happens way too often, all that they have to offer is an apologetic tone, and unhelpful advice. I tried all alternatives. I can’t take the earliest flight out of Hongkong since it will land after my boarding time for my Australia-bound flight. I can’t wait for a later flight out of Los Angeles because apparently, all airlines, which include Singapore Airlines, Eva, Ana are ALL OVERBOOKED, including the business and the first class seats. I can’t fly into Singapore on the earliest flight, and take a later flight to Australia, because the earliest flight is at fucking 7.25pm at night, which would put me at an arrival time of 1225am on a Sunday, instead of my originally planned 2.10pm on a Saturday.

There seemed to be no other better option than to suck it up and stay overnight in Hongkong, and take a straight flight from there to Perth, which would be a 3pm flight that would result in an arrival time of 1040pm. Screw my plans to have hotpot that night. Screw my plans to go out dancing. Screw all of that, just because of a crappy airline that doesn’t even have the intelligence to plan flights better.

So here I am, alone, and angry, and upset, and helpless, which is exactly the opposite of what I’m supposed to feel on my trip. And that makes me even more upset, because I wanted this to be perfect. And it’s not my fucking fault that others try to fuck me up. It’s exactly like the lyrics off the “Prayer of the Refugee” song by Rise Against: We are the angry and the desperate, the hungry and the cold. We’re the ones who kept crying, and always did what we were told.” “Don’t help me up now, I can stand my own ground, I don’t need your help now, you will let me down”.

I’m unhappy, and trepidated, and starving. And also, I have no clue how to get money to spend in Perth. And I will arrive 8 hours late, which is an optimistic estimate since Cathay is such a lousy airline. You know when you yell at crappy drivers on the road that if they drive like a retard, they’re better off not driving? Maybe Cathay should do something more within their means, which doesn’t require much planning skills…like transporting urinals or fertilizers.

Okay so I wrote that on the plane, as a result of sheer frustration and no one close enough for me to strangle. After I got off the plane, a lot of people were arguing with the counter staff. I pretty much saw an Indian guy version of me yelling at the staff. I had to take it all in and just laugh it off. There's just some moments in your life that things seem so hopeless and you feel so helpless that you appreciate the twisted humor in it.


Dodgy signs leading to the airport hotel. Hope it's not that bad...


Thank God it's decent.

I intend to destroy this room by the time I check out.

Aight, gonna go shower because I smell like a hobo. If anyone feels like helping me with the complaint letter to Cathay, please holler.