The Lady That Needed Extension

Hi peeps!

How's your diet doing today? Have you been eating better?

It's my 8th day and still a torture. You know cartoons always have this thing where they see their buddies like fried chicken or piece of steak whenever they are hungry? I have never seen my husband more tempting. Like walking KFC snack plate.

Some lunch pictures for Day 8

Only water :(

Beef Fajita

With Sweet Raihan

Erma, thanks for the treat!

Anyways, I won't be updating you on my weight loss progress, simply because there ain't any. Haha. Sorry. I think the fat in my body would need more than 8-day notice to move out.

So, for now why don't I entertain you with my experience flying with Air Asia recently. It  was quite a memorable one.

My husband booked the last flight to KB on 7th August for us. And since it was my first time ever going back to KB for hari raya, he paid extra for the Hot Seat, you know for the comfort and space.  Honestly, it felt quite like Kimora when we were priveleged to go first, like living life in the fab lane. Hehe.

But, when we got in, Kimora moment was over. The 'space' they were selling was actually for my legs instead of my ass. Well, I can't sue the airline for not providing decent facilities for large people now can I? And if I wanted something that would fit my extra body parts, then go buy my own plane, right?

I know2, if I were skinny and I saw a fat lady making noises about not being able to fit into a seat, I would say something like that too. But the seat thing was not even half of the problem, it was the SEATBELT. It can't reach! I felt like crying, no, not because I was sad leaving my parents for hari raya, it was that damn seatbelt. Leaving me no choice but to whisper to a gorgeous stewardess asking if there was any extension I can use. She gave me a friendly smile and quickly grabbed me an extension, before other passangers came onboard. Like she knew and understood my feelings. Too bad I can't remember her name. Thanks, beautiful!

We came back to KL 3 days later, flying with the same airline. So, like the other day, I asked for the same extension thing, but this time to a steward. So I whispered to the look-at-me-I'm-so-handsome-I-might-be-gay man and he was like, 'excuse me, what now?'. Well I won't blame him for not hearing, maybe his cheap, oily hair cream had somehow impacted his ability to hear.

So after half yelling and almost everyone on board now knew I had trouble clasping the buckle, he rogered his colleague at the back of the plane, asking for an extension. Later came another steward and confidently asked his friend, which guy?

I thought, nevermind. It was Syawal so why not forgive and forget. Or forget-not because my brain was replaying the scene over and over again that it got me thirsty. So I asked if the had mineral water. So, he again asked his colleague to get him mineral water and came again the same guy who brought me the extension. This time, he was careful. Which passenger? So his friend pointed to my seat.

Owh, you mean that lady who needed extension? 

They just can't let it go now, huh?  -__-