heathrow…
at the heathrow airport, have a connecting flight to holland…in lets see…eight hours! EIGHT hours. gag. groan. help. electra : dead. cause for death : boredom.
flight was ok, kinda of long and uncomfortable, but atleast they had good inflight music and some OK movies. the ring two sucks even worse that the ring, and hide and seek is pretty dumb too btw. and those are supposed to be the summer’s hottest horror flicks. PUHLEAZE.
anyway, the airprort bar is constantly crawling with people. wouldnt even want to try and get close to it, so ammi and i had coffee instead. the pub life is really the english way to go. lots of hot girls, but nada for any male talent. any guy who is even remotely hot is a foriegner. like, i could’ve stayed at home for that. all the girls have doneky fringes, and it looks like everyone, i mean everyone, owns a t shirt that says ‘fcuk’. so yesterday, didnt they know that?
its sort of cold, and its just been raining mildly outside. but atleast the airport is interesting, atleast to look at. i didnt sleep all that much on the almost eleven hour flight over here, and right now my bldy clock is fucked up.
why didnt i sleep? spent most of it annoying my mother, watching the stupid so called horror films, and listening to the music staring emotionally out of the window, my mind, as usual, restless with thoughts of a boy. but who the boy was, surprised even me. there were moments that felt surreal, like i was in a movie. moments where the song playing in my eye made me nostalgic for something, and the song felt like a soundtrack to the movie ‘my life’.
cheers everyone! in the words of mariah carey (although i hate to be quoting her) ‘i came to have a party, open up the bacardi…’
tx 4 ur email but i can’t reply cos ur mate Tash from the blog police doesn’t like me even posting on ur blog cos apparently i’ve caused enuf ‘unpleasentness’ on ppls blogs.. and right now i’m so scared and shivering in my shoes and crying uncontrollably cos Tash doesn’t like me and called me a loser that i just cannot reply..
good luck electra
Comment by savi3 — June 25, 2005 @ 11:22 am
savithri : dont know who she is…but freedom of expression and all, so i cant help leaving her comment on my blog and respecting it. doesnt mean it has anything to do with me or my opinions, she’s a reader. not electra. so stop using that as a lame ass excuse to get out of mailing me and just bloody get down to it.
Comment by Electra — June 25, 2005 @ 3:51 pm
hey.. ‘the ring’ wznt that bad wz it…
Comment by SpectralCentroid — June 27, 2005 @ 3:42 am
Plane windows always get me emotional as well. Although the last time I travelled it was a little hard to BE emotional because I had a guy next to me switching all the channels on the TV and pressing all the buttons, and calling the stewardess every fivbe minutes (yes, the rowing team was going to HK).
But there is definitely something very open and free about looking out a plane window that gets you thinking.. I especially love sitting near the wing. Wow.
Comment by Mahangu — June 28, 2005 @ 3:58 am
Mahangu: I especially love sitting near the wing. Wow
i wouldnt know abt the seats near the wing. i only travel either first or business class
Comment by D_digitalDivide — June 29, 2005 @ 9:33 am
digital divide: i remember u now..that comment is so typical.. LOL
Comment by savi3 — June 29, 2005 @ 12:12 pm
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