Being Frou Frou

Yesterday in a flurry

we agreed that Vans would come pick me up from work

and head to the airport to say

"toodles" to Aja.

We arrived at the airport to find no Aja

as Lil Missy was stuck in a jam.

Musta been part of her packing procrastination.

:p

We walked into the airport and we bumped into.....

Zach - who just arrived from Tokyo.

The irony of it all.

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Lil Ms. Late finally arrived...

rushed over to the check in counter.

[I got to sit on the trolley while waiting!! yay!]

and through the HOo-HAhs....she checked in.

We scootered off and sat outside Coffee Bean in an awkward silence.

Then the usual....everyone started snapping photos to break the silence.

BUT the silence could not be pushed away.

It lingered in the background,

together with our sadness.

Don't get me wrong

we are happy for Aja

that she is given this opportunity

but nevetheless we were sad.

Tra la la

so we pretended it was just like any normal coffee session.

Then it was time.

I figured out that the silence was just

everyone holding back their tears.

Maybe i was just PMSy....

but man...my tears kept on welling up to be pushed back.

She hugged us, one by one....

said her words in private to each of us

through tears...

yes...she broke her reserve and broke in to tears

Slowly.....she walked through the departure gate

She turned once and waved farewell....

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aja edited:

goodbyes suck. i never know what to say. and then its over, and i wish i had said the things i couldn't say when i had the chance to say them. y'know what im saying?

Goodbyes suck ass.

Aja got to KL without any mishaps but she had to get her luggage and check-in again for Copenhagen in KLIA. baggage was 11 keys overweight and the lady at the counter refused to let her thru. amazing what she can pack even when she's procrastinating.
Imagine the damage if she had more time. ;)

They wanted to charge her 700 buckeroos for the excess baggage. but she worked the mojo, batted the eyelashes (works on women, too!) and voila! she got through without paying a cent but sans her toiletry bag
(which, by the way, weighed 3 kg. that's a lotta cream.)

By this time it was almost time to board. She didn't even have time for dinner, the poor thing. She rushed to the gate and said her last goodbye.

But I didn't. Somehow the words wouldn't come.
Goodbyes suck

HENCE why you fellow readers of hers...

are stuck with the rest of us guest bloggers

and our neurotics till she gets online

-_-