the Forest of Lost Luggage

There are many things that I wanna blog about regarding Chicago. I was thinking about what I was gonna blog about on my 14 hours flight from LAX to Taipei...that is until I got tipsy on white wine at 10,599 meters above sea level - after only two of those measly tiny glass that they serve you on board. Pathetica. But now what's with my luggage and all my other worldly precious belongings are missing, the Constantly Dramatic One does not have the heart to impart her misadventures and revelations while spending time in a foreign land.

I should be thankful that I reached Malaysia safe and sound and that my plane did not crashed. When one is suspended in air, one is constantly aware of one's mortality. And I should stop being upset...after all those are just things...but dammit!! I have two pairs of CK jeans in there that makes my butt look so good that people would discuss my butt in hushed tones, argue amongst themselves regarding the splendor that is my butt and finally agree that yes, Indeed my butt should be put alongside Beyonce's and J.Lo's butts in the Great Butts Hall of Fame...But now with my luggage gone...no one would discuss the awesomeness of my butt in hushed tones, no one would argue amongst themselves regarding the splendour that is my butt and there goes my shot at being featured alongside Beyonce and J.Lo in the Great Butts Hall of Fame....

Also the other stuff we bought for my sister for her wedding. Her 'hantaran'. Hantaran is a sort of dowry for Malay wedding and it comes in gifts. Of course part of those hantaran are the Nine West shoes and the Coach bags I mentioned. Also the Victoria's Secret perfumes I bought as souvenirs for my close girlfriends are in the those bags. And now, my girls have nothing from Chicago. This sucks donkey balls.

Maybe there is a lesson to be learn here.

Maybe this is God's way of telling me not to curse so much and that I must not consume any alcohol seeing that I am Muslim and we must not drink at all. Or maybe there was someone who smuggled cocaine into my bag at the airport to be transferred into Malaysia and its a good thing that I did not get my luggage coz once customs finds the cocaine in my luggage I will be sentenced to mandatory hanging....Mayyyybe...or maybe this is just my way of justifying things and trying to erase the guilt I felt and the absolute crushed look on my sister's face when I told her that both of the luggage containing her hantaran stuff are missing. Maybe.

Positive thinking wants me to believe that I will get my luggage sometime soon. Realistic thinking knows that my luggage have ended up in the Forest of Lost Luggage. *cue pic*

And there's nothing much that could be done...