Don't Fake The Funk

Departure

All the Korean stewardesses look like Asian versions of those ladies from that Simply Irresistable music video.

What makes people want to travel? Is it instinct or society that dictates it? Are we herd animals instinctually going where the tasty grass is? I suppose society has made it necessary to travel, because people often find jobs far away from where they originated, which necessitates moving, which then necessitates visiting family back home. So why leave at all, I wonder. I think all people think that somewhere else is always better than where they are. The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake. At the moment, I tend to agree. I'm not looking forward to this insanely long flight.

Kuya, that girl that thought you were cute is sitting in front of me on the plane.

So there's this dude in my section of the plane who looks a little suspect. No, he's not Arab. He looks more like a sleezy, greasy version of Indiana Jones minus the whip and the fedora. As I passed him by, he sneered at me. I didn't take offense to it -- he sneered at everyone that passed him by. My only real concern is that his row is next to the emergency exit. In the event that we have to use that exit, I don't want him sneering at me again. I'm liable to pop his inflatable raft just on spite.

Now, onto Seoul. 13 hours and 47 minutes away.

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Holy shoots. I'm about to smack the jellybeans outta this Korean lady that keeps pushing the back of my chair. She's even propped her foot up on my arm rest a few times. Every time I look back at her she gives me this "What Did I Do?" look.

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13 hours and 47 minutes later...

Yeah, so I'm in Seoul right now. Kicking Koream Lady survived the trip. I decided to let her live. This keyboard at the internet area has a key that toggles Korean letters on and off. And it's right next to the damn space bar so I keep hitting it. ㅁㄲ호!! Can you tell the long flight has gotten to me?

I gotta wait another two hours for my flight to Manila. Thank goodness I can waste my time on-line writing in my weblog.

Posted by glenn at February 11, 2005 03:48 AM