Of the Maiden Voyage
The following account was recorded while the plane was inclined at an angle,soaring through the sky at about 2pm.I got bored,basically.
So my Maiden Voyage began.It started off with a trip to the toilet in one of the numerous toilets in Terminal 1.Yes,it was indeed a weird way to start this solo journey of mine.But what can i say?I had some bowel trouble.

I left the house at 11,a little behind schedule.My sister hitched a ride to the MRT station,and as usual she took her time to change her clothes,comb her hair,pack her bag,you name it.Anyway,the trip to the airport was real quick.Mom went through to procedures,and kept nagging about the passport and tickets.I guess she was really worried about me.The fact that this is my Maiden Voyage seemed to have worried my mother quite a bit.I got into the VIP checkin area by about 1130am,and it was nothing that ive seen before.Instead of the usual queues you have seats and stuff.It is situated away from the actual checkin area,so you feel a little different from the others.After some last minute naggings,i said goodbye to my mother and i went into the Terminal.Dad asked me to head towards the VIP lounge on the second floor.But i didnt have much time with me at that time.Plus the bowel alarm was ringing,i decided to head towards the more important destination:CoffeeBean.It was close by,and i took a while for the Malay guy to make me my Mocha IceBlend,so my trip to the lounge was cancelled(Damn it).

The trip alone was fun really.Sitting on the toilet bowl without having to worry whether your sister is whining about the delay is indeed a great feeling.I didnt even need to walk slowly just to wait for my sister and mother to catch up.You dont know how good that actually felt.So armed with my Ipod,Mocha,passport and boarding board i got to Gate 41D.Of course,on a solo journey like that it'd be nice to have a quality conversation with somebody.It's four hours,and four hours without any verbal conversations is gruelling.So there i was sitting in the waiting room,sucking on the last bit of Mocha while i observed my fellow passengers.As usual,the old,the babies,the kids and the middle aged.Great(At this point,i forgot that i will be taking Business Class).Then i saw a beautiful girl at the corner,but she was with her family.Bummer.Dont you just hate it when people you have a tad bit of interest,travel together with their parents.She was in a plain white tshirt,and blue jeans.A pony tail laid down her back,and a really beautiful smile.She made a stark contrast with her family members.Her father is a typical man in his late fourties.Side=parted oil covered hair and plain white shirt.Her mother is probably in her early fourties,a little detached from the world.The brother,looked like a typical Raffles Institution top scorer.But she was nice,really simply.Like Melvir's MSN nickname,"Simplicity is the greatest sophistication".So true my man,so true.

As i looked around desperately for a potential conversation started a woman in her early thirties sat down with a close male friend of hers.She seemed like a pretty rich woman.Those you expect to see from Meteor Garden.That branded handbag and the stinky perfume was just a clear representation of richness.So there she was talking like nobody's business,and talking about how she had a brief relationship with some rich guy in New York.I guess if i concentrated hard enough,my thought couldve gotten into her thick bling-bling filled skull of hers."Shut up!".So the business class ticket holders went in first,and everybody were pretty surprised to see this young lad going into the business class alone.I mean,most of the ticket holders were businessmen,or Prada bag holders(If you know what i mean).I got onto the plane,gave my boarding pass to the stewardess and asked where my seat was.I was a little stunned when she told me it was upstairs.Upstairs.Holy.Haha.Anyway,so i walked up the stairs with a smile hanging on my face.That might have explained why the other passengers were looking at me with a queer eye.

As soon as i got myself strapped in i was offered a glass of orange juice.A kid was sitting beside me(About 14 years old),and he was with his mother.I wanted to talk,but he seemed to be pretty nervous about my existence.Maybe he's just a plain loner,but who cares(Perhaps my black wardrobe was a little intimidating).Plane took off,and i jot down the first paragraph of this entry(I am currently at my aunt's house with a tummy full of dinner).The flight was great,with the stewardess constantly asking you for services.Instead of having your lunch coming in a tray all at once,they came one by one.Skirmish,main meal,dessert,drinks and so on.Alright,if the Economy class is a motel,this is Fullerton.The skirmish was great,and the meal was great(The fish was particularly good with some traditional Philippino sauce.It was mouth watering.You even get to choose what kind of bread you want.From usual bread,the garlic bread(Ahmad Iskandar...),French loaf etc.The fruits were great.From Papaya,to Bananas,to Apples to Oranges.Cheese covered biscuits with carrot sticks.The dessert was this thing called Chocolate Musso(Or something like that)which tasted a little like icecream,but a little softer.The tea was great,and i gulped down two bowls of it(Yeah,the cup was big enough to be called a bowl).

I finally got to watch I,Robots on the flight.It is rare for me to actually watch a movie that i havent watched before,or worthy the watch.The last time i watched was Matchstick Man,which was great.I didnt sleep this time,and i think i missed quite a big chunk of I,Robot(I watched as Del goes home to visit his mother).I missed it because i had another bowel attack in the lavatory(Aka toilet).The best part about sitting on the second floor is perhaps the view.Not out the window,but the pilots.Cool stuff.Anyway,i wrote a poem on the way.Didnt have a guitar to compose that into a song,but i wrote it anyway.

Dad picked me up from the airport,and we headed to my Aunt's house after shunning away from some traffic jams(It was 6 by the time we headed out of the airport.Peak hour).It is strange to be back here again.I mean,things are so familiar despite the fact that i havent seen everything since a full year ago.It all looks the same,with the same venders around the corner still selling the same food.It is home for me,and everytime i am here i feel happy.Even if it means that i have to visit those relatives of mine(Which can get really frustrating).Anyway,my papers ended.But i still feel a little tensed about things.Its sort of like that "Hey,i should be doing something" feeling that i cant seem to let down.Whatever it is,i think i should give myself a break.Im having a steak lunch with my aunt tomorrow,and it is my treat.Hopefully she'd be happy,and my stomach too.Signing out.;)

Behold the world at 30000 feet.
The white clouds that float like jagged little teeth.
But friendly they are,full of deciet.
Im in my comfort zone now,cant you see?

That stressful place filled with greed.
Yes my friend,that's reality.
Away i fly now,and so i flee.
Upon the plane i sit,above the sea.

Like a thunderstorm,all too brief.
That's my visit home,may it be.
Soon i'd be back,drenched in grief.
Back down there,the whole 30000 feet.