Woke up at 3, arrived at airport, which was apparently closed until 4.30. No one thought to tell us this? We wait.
Finally on board, we're stuck with a continuous loop of Justin Bieber's 'Baby' played out loud by the child in front of me. Slowly going insane.
Arrive at Kuala Lumpur, flight is supposedly 9.30 (just 1 hour away). Starving and already used up all of my currency, I pay an extortionate amount for chocolate as there is a minimum card fee. But we're in a rush, it had to be done.
We check the screen. Flight is 12.30. Confused, but assume I made a mistake on the itinerary, we settle in a cafe for a drink and rest. I revisit itinerary. Flight: 9.30am. Connecting flight: 11.25. How would we make our connecting flight if this one was at 12.30?!
I send Will to investigate whilst I slowly deteriorate into a shaking, anxious mess, fretting about with a 'to-go' cup for my coffee necessary for a quick escape to the gate.
Will returns, somewhat triumphant with lunch vouchers. He explained that our flight was cancelled and they've bumped us all up, connecting flights included. No one thought to tell us this?!

The reason of the cancellation?
They were worried about the aircraft. The one on Malaysian airlines?! Oh bloody wonderful. Sort out your planes, Malaysia!!!!

Thought to sum up Malaysia in this current disposition....
I HATE YOU.