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Holiday Fever
I wrote an incredibly long entry the other night but my internet connection had something like an electrical heart attack and I got disconnected. And because life sometimes just doesn’t work out the way we hope it would, my autosave function chose that very moment not to work thus I lost the entry I spent more than an hour putting together. I am now going to try to recreate what I wrote.
Due to a shortage in supplies, I ended up having to use a sanitary pad that I received on the flight to Seoul more than a month ago. Looking at it (before I put on), I remembered how it was in the middle of the night and nearly everyone onboard the aircraft was asleep, including all the female flight attendants or so said the flight steward and I had no choice but to ask him for a pad. I expected that I would feel my cheeks burning from shame for having to ask a rather good looking guy for something like that but being professional, he didn’t even bat an eyelid. I guess he gets requests like that as often as people ask him for orange juice in the morning.
On that flight, the man initially seated next to Sihui wore polka dotted bermudas that perfectly matched her maxi skirt. It was serendipitous and although he moved to a different seat midway through the flight, I still believe that they are soulmates. It was also during that flight when we were given blankets that were so loaded with static that they crackled madly each time the person under them moved. Before we got off the plane, Sihui and I saw a man brazenly slip a piece of paper into the Kap-kuhn-kah-ing hands of the least pretty stewardess onboard. She, like her male colleague, did not allow her facial expression to change one bit though I am quite certain she does not get that often and was flattered.
On the flight from Seoul, I missed take off for the first time in my life. I am almost always asleep on moving vehicles, unless I am the driver of course, but I make it a point to always be alert for take off and landing. The last thing I remembered was sitting and waiting for the other passengers to stream in and when I woke up later on, the plane still felt stationary and I am not sure how this is possible but I swear the scenery outside the window still looked the same. I turned to Sihui and said in the most exasperated tone I could muster “We’ve still not taken off?!” Turns out we took off an hour earlier and were mid sky at that moment. Needless to say, Sihui looked worried.
Then came the longest transit in my adult life. We scoured every inch of the transit area, pushing our massive aunty bags on trollies. We saw the Coach outlet being painted and no one bothered to even cover the bags. We also saw retail staff sleeping on counters. That was before we came across the area full of reclin-able chairs, occupied by sleeping people of all nationalities and we decided to retire for the night. Well Sihui retired and I was buzzing with energy because it was in the middle of the night which is the time I am most awake thus I kept vigil over our aunty bags in case anyone would steal our kimchi. I shall not go on to talk about how Sihui was sleeping because I am kind and instead tell you my observation of the man seated diagonally across from us. He was guarding the chair next to him so fiercely you would think he gave birth to the thing. It was really strange because there is no reason why one ass would need two chairs.
When we finally got on the plane home-bound, I missed take off again though this was entirely expected since I was up earlier and the sun had risen which meant it was bedtime for people like me.
For the entire duration that I was away, I looked forward to coming home and now that I am home, I find myself missing everything about Seoul from the food, to the adventures, to the shopping and even the tap water. The feeling is even stronger today than it was on the night I wrote this entry for the first time probably because Sihui just uploaded pictures from the trip onto FB and looking at them just made me want to go back even more.
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