potpourri

I just got back from Indonesia this weekend, and I failed to mention earlier that on the flight out to Singapore from London, I miraculously won the airline Lottery (sitting beside a really pretty girl), but am upset with myself because I was unbelievably lame, timed everything wrong, and didnt get a chance to talk that much to her. Shit. Before I start this whinging session, Id like to frame the picture by declaring that the chances of sitting beside an OHOPG (on her own pretty girl) on a plane are pretty much next to impossible, (or at least it feels like it... with the number of flights I take). Theres just too many seats on a typical international flight, like 300-350, and often maybe there are only one or two girls per flight that you would consider talk worthy, if youre lucky. Odds are piss poor, practically lose-lose like playing those pick under which walnut shell the ball is under scams, or Marty playing roulette. And therefore the reverse corollary is true; smelly annoying people who talk too much? Dime a dozen, baby. Thats why I really dont talk to my neighbors on planes, and when they talk to me, I keep my answers short and quick. Then ON go the noise cancellation headphones as soon as possible.

So this Singapore flight from London though, this pretty blondie aussie girl snuck in and sat beside me, like out of nowhere. I actually was flustered, I had that look, the "like really? youre shitting me?" look. This was nice, someone actually I would enjoy talking to for the next 13 hours. Talked for a bit in the beginning, but then this is where being filipino really killed me. I started getting really drowsy and sleepy; stupid filipino genes. Like what timing. Next thing you know, I was out like a light. I didnt even make it to the meal. I slept for a good 4 hours, and when I awoke, she was asleep. I watched a couple movies, and feel asleep again, which is when I assume she awoke. And then next thing you know, the 13 hours flight is over, taking turns sleeping. What a waster... it was all set up, an easy layup, but I fell asleep on the bench. Im killing myself now, cuz it could be years until this happens to me again. Now its hello crazy people... sit beside me please. All my fault. Just in case though, from now on, I will come prepared... in one pocket will be the nyquil, in the case its more of the usual. In the other pocket, red bull, because you never know. By the way did I mention she wore a bra-less tank top? RED BULL.