The time now is 1:47 Singapore time. I am still on the plane to Doha. The 2 'ang mohs' in front of me has been trying to lean their seats ALLL the way back since the moment they got onto the plane.. Talk about being considerate... hmm.. Anyway, this flight will be almost over. The thought of spending another gezillion hours on the next flight to Vienna and on the other two more looong flights back to Singapore sends shivers down my spine.. While writing this, I am eating a bar of Chocolate Chunk quaker oats museli bar. Yes. It is the one left over from breakfast. Great. I just see them coming with lunch of some sort. yeargh... I shall pick at it and see what's to my liking. hold on. I shall dictate what is on the tray when she comes over. OokkKay.,,, I would very much like to tell you what is on the tray. All I can say is there is a something that looks like a perfectly compressed rectangular sponge with stripes of yellowish white. and beside that is a yellow pudding(easy to tell) with yellow sauce and prolly a slice of patterned dark brown chocolate and an empty cup for either coffee or tea in which I asked for none. Water's the best. :) Yes.. there is a knife and fork and sugar and the famous stirrer that looks like a ear digger.. I'm poking at the sponge, suspecting it is actually...... bread??? I found out the yellowish white substance was actually egg. I can only taste the coldness of the tasteless bread...hmm.. now for the pudding. It's....... pudified.. as i immerse my fork into it, i feel starch... yes.. Starchy is the word.. it almost sticks to the pudding, going along with it's shape. As it touches my tongue, the strong mango taste(even dad would think it's mango but in 3 seconds), washed all the disgusting taste of the 'sponge' away. Perhaps that's what it's there for. The 'sponge' is just to fill their little tummies. All in all, I would say..... much more edible then the sponge with stripes. I sound like a food critic. That's because I have nothing to do and it is quite fun.
Argh.. there he goes again with the leaning...... the degree of my eyes will increase as the laptop is pushed nearer to my face! My eyes glanced at the travelling route on the screen and lo and behold! I am reaching soon!!! YIPPEE! Quite soon. We crossed the Arabian Sea..This reminds me of the cartoon movie, "Aladdin" .. The Arabi-an nightsss... la la la la la la! That is sooooo coool! I'm really glad that I have this laptop with me right now. hehe. Thanks dad! What shall I do when I get down?? I have 3 hrs to waste before the next super long flight. I shall blog again. My body will be at ard 0030 when i reach at 1830. Time for dinner. But I slept all throughout only waking to go to the toilet so I don't think
Oh yes. Special mention to the lady sleeping on four seats at the aisle next to me. She is REALLY good at sleeping! Either that or she's knocked out flat. She slept almost all throughout the journey and is still sleeping. The only time I saw her full front face was when she turned and smile(right after we took off) to ask for my extra pillow in which she had like what... four? Now she has five. all thanks to this kind, pretty lady, Charmaine. :D I envy her. She can sleep throughout only waking twice. Once to the toilet and once for the 'compressed sponge'. I tell ya, getting up to eat the 'compressed sponge' was a total 'accident' She would have broken some guiness world record for sleeping the longest hours in the plane. Getting up twice, once to eat that junk did not qualify her for the world records. Poor, poor lady.
Oh yes another special mention to the man who walked pass me a couple of times. Such strong cologne! I get a headache every time he walks pass..
Everything seems brighter now. Some passengers are starting to open their windows. aargh.. It sure is glaring. Something like we were in the dark dungeons of prison for days and all of a sudden WHAM! light,
tick tock tick tock. How long moreee.... hahaha! I used to ask my dad this question ALOT. I'm sure many of you do. How long more??? How long more??? My dad would ask me to count to ten and we would reach. After counting to ten, we are not there yet and I am asked to count to twenty. It goes on twice or was it thrice before I realise my dad has been tricking me all this time. ALRIGHT! I admit i was young and naive. What could a Young and naive little little little girl do when she is cheated??? sniff... i was only like... 7?? sniffs again.
Anyway... ahahah. WHOAAA... The ang moh guy who's sitting diagonally opposite me over the aisle at the other side of the window seat just flipped a reflective sheet of laminated paper. The light is reflected STRONGLY into my eyes... OWWW.... How unlucky can I get? Alright. I'd better get outta here. I'm saving as much Batt as I can for Doha and the next looong flight. Will Blog again in Doha. Auf Wiedersehen. I'm practicing. hahaha. The sleeping lady moved! SHE MOVED! Her head turned!! She is not in coma. ok. BYEBYE.