Flipo-taku

Thew view from my window looks like a scene from Mirror’s Edge

A 10 hour flight supplemented by unlimited free gin, coke, Kirin beer, a Fate/Stay Night marathon with no subs, and crying babies. Awesome.

The flight experience was better than I expected. I purposefully kept myself awake so I would have an easier time adjusting for the jet lag. While awake I took note of my surroundings for a constant 10 hours.

Sitting back in the economy class with cramped leg space, and an arm rests 4 inches wide that I had to share with two other grown men. One a heavy snoring Japanese man heading to Singapore, the other a tall and lanky Singaporean staying in Japan. Like all asians in a public space, they did not talk at all.

The lavatories are smaller than they are on a domestic plane. Since I was drinking heavily throughout the duration of the flight, I made it a point to visit every one on the plane (though I was denied access to the premium cabin lavatories). While unloading what my liver would call a ‘double-shift’ I would often wonder why anyone would use these things for sexual encounters. They smell like poop, have no room to spread your legs, and have piss all over the floor and seat. Mile high club? I’d still do it for some reason unknown to my logic circuits.

Upon arrival, exiting the plane was faster than expected, save for the semi-old lady who couldn’t seems to make her shitty roller luggage orient the correct way. Maybe she forgot there was a line of 60 anxious passengers behind her, with me in front. Sometimes you just get the urge to push people. Upon exiting, passengers are standardly waved off by all the stewardesses, wow that is a word. I finally got a closer look and noticed most of them were 40-60 of age, Japanese, and quite good looking for the color of their hair and the amount of make up they wore. But as I got to customs and saw a couple lines of Japanese stewardesses from other companies, the standard was raised 2 fold.

Anyways, flight experience, 4 out of 5 stars, purely for the free alcoholic beverages.

PS. when the fuck are they going to pu 110v plugs on planes? I wanan fucking use my godamn laptop on a 10 hour flight. fuck.

There is something I hate about airports. Maybe it’s the constant danger of having your bag stolen, the slow ass wifi, or the waiting. Yes It is definitely the waiting. I’m one to usually roll to the punches and keep my planning to a minimal, so my arrival time is generally pretty close to the start time of whatever I’m there for. Fuck that I got other things on my mind.

I wonder how am I going to break the news to my dad. Should I just tell him straight up right when we get back to the hotel? Or should I settle in for a few days before disclosing my career choice? I don’t know why I am freaking out so much. 23 and still worried about my father’s opinion. I think this is the first independent choice I’ve ever made in my life. One that will separate me from my cozy yet financially turbulent life style into a rigid and committed one. Maybe that is why I am so worried. Being at the least partially dependent on my father for financial and moral support, this is how I am going to cut that off.

What am I scared of? My plan should be fool proof. I don’t want anything else. Why is it that my father’s opinion scares me more than anything. I’ve already accepted the fact that I will lose my friends, lifestyle, freedom, and the respect of studying at a prestigious school, why can’t I be settled about whatever my dad’s response is? Who knows? I guess I’ll find out when I tell him. It’s just a matter of how and when that is going to happen.

My flight leaves in about 2 hours. I’m not at all excited. I never understood why people were so hyped up about traveling. I feel like I’m going to go there and it’s going to be ‘whatever’. Yeah, it’ll be awesome, but ill be excited for what is awesome when it comes. Though I am looking forward with my old buddy Hiroki. Probably one of the few people I really ever got along well with. Other than that, there really isn’t much to be excited about. Immersion in Japanese culture I guess. But that won’t be full blown as I am staying with my Dad and half-brother in a hotel. I really hope my half-brother is a weeaboo and my dad doesn’t make me take him on my excursions around the neighborhood and rail system. Uhg that would be a bother.

Anyways im sick about writing what’s coming to my head. Till next time.