I believe this is a true story, Because when I went NZ to study abroad, I had been drag to a terrorist suspicious office and wait there for 1 and half hours for one simple reason. What I was wearing looks like a young terrorist,or dressed up? Anyway, they took away my cell phone, so I could not call my aunty. Then she had to look for me around the airport for like 2 hours,and didn?t know what was happening.  All I wanna say is, those government stuffs were over-reacting about these terrorism thing, which caused us a lot of trouble. Another thing, they do not even know what a iPod is?

Alright,let?s see what is happening here:

I played WoW, I became a terrorist (story!)

This ... is going to be a long one. And believe it or not, it?s a 100% true story. Its relation to World of Warcraft will not be immediately apparent. Anyway, the gist of what happened is here:

http://www.canada.com/ottawacitizen/news/story.html?id=6a11bd67-f717-4aa3-80a9-840c07949730&k=28503

It all started when I got out of my seat to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and returned to my seat. A little while later the two stewardesses on the flight crossed each other in the aisle. They had a quick conversation that I was in earshot of.

"I locked off the front lav. There?s something in the toilet that?s preventing it from flushing. Run some water and see if you can clear it." My face immediately turned red. The seat cover! I thought. It must have been too big to flush! I should have thrown it out!

I was so embarrassed. I tried to act normal ... I took a sudden interest in the contents of the seat pocket in front of me, acted nonchalant and all. I watched as the stewardess got on her hands and knees in the lavatory and did unfathomable dirty work.

Sometime later, I decided it would be best if I forgot the whole thing happened, so I went to put on my headphones and drown myself in iPod music. But ... no iPod. I panicked, checked my other pockets. Where was it? Not under the seat, not in the pockets, not ... anywhere. I looked up to the stewardesses. One of them had run past me in a decent clip. She was carrying a green handbook. She brought it to the other stewardess. They flipped through the handbook, read a page, then made a call. The other stewardess had retrieved a blue metal box and was removing some equipment from it.