Currently listening to Panic! at the Disco's Nine in the Afternoon. Everybody's asleep, which evidently means I'm all alone. Not that it matters or anything, it's just that Raniel's post on McDonald's first commercial gave me the creeps (seriously, clowns give me the goosebumps) and I'm now quite in a jittery mood.
Moving on. I was cleaning up my laptop's desktop, deleting all unnecessary files so i can better view my wallpaper (no, PE classmates, hindi picture ni Rollie ang wallpaper ko ngayon - I'm way past that stage). I came across this notepad file, opened it, and - viola! - read the post on the random things I wrote about while on my flight back to Davao.
For lack of anything better to do (and to keep my mind from thinking of that hideous Ronald McDonald), I'll include it in the installation.
I'm never gonna eat at McDonald's again. Ever.
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So here I am at the airport, waiting for the clock to strike seven so I can already board my plane and fly my way home. Sigh. 30 minutes. Konting tiis na lang. Might as well make use of the time and write something coherent. But then that'd be diffcult, considering how wasted I was last night (I'll talk about it in a separate blog). Oh well, might as well try.
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Oh good, we're boarding na. I think I'll just wait till everybody else has stood long enough in line to satisfy my wanton to see them in utter exasperation. (Wow. What happened to the 30 minutes? I myself cannot remember. One of the mysteries of waiting in an airport. You never know what exactly you did that made time fly by.)
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Turbulence. And another one. And another one. Scary, yes, but then i'm used to it. The captain said the weather's not that good, not that it's hard to figure out by the constant shaking of the plane. Kebs. I have something to keep me sane during times like this. Thanks for the rosary, Kuya. It's my new "comfort blanket" na.
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Kuya said that whenever I wear the rosary, I have to accomplish something - anything - during the day. At first i didn't exactly understand what he meant by accomplish. I mean, unless I have something very important to do or finish today, wearing the rosary's just as much as wearing any other piece of accessory.
But then I played good samaritan. I was sitting beside a girl who had airsickness. I was clutching the rosary the entire time, not because the turbulence was scaring me, but because I was afraid she might puke on me. No, this is not a laughing matter; in fact, I took pity on her. She will forever be experiencing excruciating headaches and sickness everytime she flies - poor her, she doesn't get to enjoy flying.
Even before the plane had taken off, she was already clutching a barf bag.
What I was saying to her: Are you OK? Kaya mo pa ba? Do you need water or anything? Want me to get a blanket for you?
What I was really thinking: Please don't barf on me. Please don't barf on me. Please don't barf on me.
Her mother was apparently sitting on the other side of the aisle; it was evident that she was the mother because her eyes were glued to us the entire time, and she had that worried look on her face that only mothers can do.
Then my lightbulb lit - you know, that lightbulb that suddenly gets turned on when an oh-so-obvious-why-didn't-I-think-of-it-before idea pops into your mind - and i thought of switching seats with her mother.
WIN - WIN situation (i did learn a thing or two from the Sean Covey):
Mother: She get's to sit beside her daughter, and can take care of her needs, if needs be. And she can finally get rid of that worried look on her face. If anything wrong happens, God forbid, she's right beside her child.
Kulot: She doesn't get puked on. Hallelujah.
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New seating arrangement. I am now seated in between a paranoid woman who keeps asking me if it's OK for me to use my laptop while we're in flight (I've told her for the third time that it's perferctly safe, as long as it doesn't have internet connection. The next time she asks, I'm gonna drag her down the cockpit so she could ask the pilot herself.) and a middle-aged man who seems too keen to talk to me about his occupation (which up to now, ten minutes into the conversation, I still don't understand. You work where for whom when?).
Thank God the snack cart's arrived.
I'll have coffee and a glass of water, please.
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Welcome to Davao.
Smoking is not allowed inside buildings, as well as fireworks, either.
-pau(L)otzki
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