An inflight post...

*Delayed posting* (1752 hrs Singapore Time)

Mood | Depressed (again.)
Listening | X Japan – Last Song
Thinking | Will I cry when I hug my sister?

And so here I am, crusing at 875km/h at 36,000 ft abv sea level and 3 hs 54 mins from Singapore.

That French chick beside me must think I'd a weirdo. Tearing throughout the entire flight. I wonder if I'd cry till I'm so tired that I'd be able to sleep easier tonight or will tonight be yet another sleepless night?

I woke up at 07:30, half an hour later than what I'd planned. Why? 'Cause I'd forgotten that it's saturday today when I set my alarm and set the time for weekday instead. I'd officially named this the "Eugene Syndrome". Ha.

So with a quick shower, packed up my lappy, I left for Jolimont Center. The cab was on time and I'm very pleased with that. Had scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of flat white at the cafe in Jolimont Center. Should have eaten Rus' cheese cake instead.

Dickson came late. But not only he had McDonald breakie with him, his girlfriend (whom I'd not met before) accompanied him as well. Was wondering if her slightly wet and red eyes were because she just woke up or its about him leaving.

We talked a lot of cock while en route to Sydney, sex, cars, drugs, girls, clubbing, gaming, and yes (surprise surprise), scholarly stuff like our modules as well. (Gosh, this is life. A cuppa hot chocolate, good music, on a plane, writing my blog. Ahhh...) Met a friend of his, Jeff (Hongkee as well) and had crappy sueduo Japanese lunch. The only consolation was the cute waitress at the store. Argh.

Anyway, they're due for earliere flights so I was alone for a while. It was nearing 13:55 then, time for me to check-in. To my dismay, shock and horror, my flight QF31 was "re-schduled" (to me it's just plain old simple delayed) to 20:00! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I was preparing to chao kan them. Luckily for the sales staff, she was able to squeeze me onto the 15:50 QF5. Arh boh I tell you, they all sure kenna one time jia lat jia lat from me. The bitch fit I'd kick would be worst than the worst turbulance they'd encountered.

So at the end of the day, I got an earlier flight which only meant one thing - NO TIME TO SHOP! 3 boxes of Kripsy Kreme later, and I'm off to the immigration. I had to remove my specs for the officer. 'Tis is probably the firs time I looked entirely different from my passport photo. "You hair color's different as well." "Yeah, the crazy things you do in university," was my reply. With an understanding nod and a smile, he waved me off.

Okay, I'm not goin' to spend one paragraph talking about the Bally wallet that I saw so I'd just skip to the part where I met this swiss chick at the gate. Actually, I'd already spotted her at the arrival hall. From the back, her nice wavey hair and petite figure caught my eye. So anyway, it started with small talk. "The gate's not open yet?", "Could you look after my bag while I go to the washroom?", "So are you stopping in Singapore or are you heading to Frankfurt?". Usual stuff. Then I realised that her marching up and down the gate counter was because she had a window seat and wanted an aisle seat instead. Sweet. I wanted a window seat but I'm not too sure if mine's a aisle seat. According to my knowledge, 747s seat configuration's 3-4-3 and I was holding a E. That's not exactly an aisle seat. Nonetheless, I propsed the swapping idea to her and we went up to the counter to double confirm if mine's a aisle seat. Unfortunately, not. But... Here's the lucky part. When I was going through the gate, the machine rejected my boarding pass and to my surprise, I was issued with a new ticket, a aisle seat on the starboard side. Now we can swap and swap we did. Now now, all I wanted to say that damn heng that I met her, if not my ass wouldn't be seating on this awesome window seat. So thanks stranger. And I'm not going to the "Mahattan Lookover" (fans of the Shopaholic series would be familiar with this phrase) part.

Wow. What a long entry. 3 hrs 23 mins to Changi. What should I do? I'd already finished my Tsubasa Chronicles... Hmmm... I'd write again, if there's still life in my lappy that is.