I used to think airports are among the coolest thing ever.
The really cool travellator (what an ingenious concept of a walking walk way!). The duty free shops full of wanna-haves but useless items. The excitement of seeing the ground staff going about their ways. The thrills of seeing the aircraft arriving at the gate and bustle underneath it. The smiling stewardess.

But now I find there is something cold about it. The useless shops and useless items that I'll never buy that seems pricier even with Duty Free tags. The waiting of the ground staff to finish clearing me, the waiting of the aircraft and the more waiting on the boarding lounge. The cramped seat on board, the super tiny space and table. The stewardess looking sweetly robotic. The pain of knowing I have hours to kill on board just to see that special someone. And the agony knowing that on top of the heartache when we part, I have to endure the same painfully repetitive sequence.

Oh how I wish it was only a one way.