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Am back home for a while. We're all on study break at the moment. Professional exams start second week of August.
Got back sometime middle of last week. MAS flights are pretty cheap if you're lucky but unlike Air Asia and Firefly, 95% of the people traveling are in suits and carry briefcases or laptop bags. 
Business class travelers. 
All of them.
One of my most interesting short travel experiences so far, though. I had a window seat so on my left was this Chinese dude in Levi's, a Hard Rock T and a black blazer. Had two very expensive looking phones with him (hard not to notice when he was right next to me) and was happily chatting away until we were told to keep away electronic devices. At one point he dozed off. Funny how much less attractive people look when they're asleep. Mouth open, head going 'helicopter' and all.
Once I reached KLIA I headed down to the bus terminal. I had about fifteen minutes to walk from our arrival gate all the way down. 
So. Much. Walking.
Confirmed my booking and seat number on the incoming YOYO to Ipoh and sat waiting for a few minutes.
As I was scanning my surroundings, this Punjabi fellow in the MAS uniform comes walking towards me, beaming.
"Hi!", he said, a little too friendly. "I saw you get off the flight earlier!"
I had no idea who he was but just nodded and smiled. There was no reason to be hostile anyway.
He got his ticket to wherever he was going and then started speaking to me again; Where I was going etc. And then just as he left, I don't know if it was his inability to describe or if it was just who he was, but he went, "Eyes."
I creased my brows questioningly, and cocked my head forward a little so as to say, "I'm sorry, what?"
And he gave this thumbs up gesture and repeated, "Eyes. Uh. Heh. Your eyes." *thumbs up* "Okay I'll see you!"
And just like that he was gone.
And after that, this British family sat on the empty seats next to me with a huge map in their hands. Mom, dad, a little girl around 2 years old and a little boy around 5 (they were soooooo cute. The little girl looked like an absolute doll).
Next thing I know, said map was right under my nose and they were asking me where to go to experience something local.
I could only think of Bukit Bintang (hello I'm not from KL neither do I spend a lot of time in KL very often) but that wasn't 15 minutes from the airport. They were looking to go somewhere nearby so I apologized and told them to try asking one of the ladies behind the counter where I got my bus ticket (since the information counter was about a 15 minute walk from where we all were downstairs at the terminal anyway) and I think they figured out where to go because as I was boarding the bus I saw them gathering their things to leave as well. 

 Aside from everything, though, things have been really good. Didn't expect to be home but it's so nice to be back for some time again.
And I'm sleeping so much better now. So much better.


Off to Thailand, Singapore and Indonesia for a nice long break as soon as exams are all over. Really looking forward to it.
Cheers, guys :)

More soon!

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