Friday, June 19, 2009

rush hour

Last year, I planned a trip to Macau and Hong Kong with my parents-- just the three of us, from 28 September 2008 to 5 October 2008.

At the very nice, spanking new Terminal 3, my male progenitor, a.k.a. "Pop", made sure that we checked in three hours early.

Ever since I became conscious of the world around me, Pop has always been THE early bird.

Especially at airports and train stations.

Here he is half-running ahead of us at the airport.

Get out of my way!

Ahhh... safe! Made it.

Because of Pop, I am never late for anything. In fact, I develop heart palpitations and sweaty palms an hour ahead of my appointments.

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