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I am in my 20's and a passionate student, majoring in Psychology. I was born and brought up in Germany, moved around about 4923 times and recently moved in with my lovely boyfriend Mr. Bubbles (no that is not his actual petname), who affectionately shares the space in my green Bubble.

I am a raging, almost melodramatic observant, who picks up on body language and gestures like no other. I love to spending my days out and about and observe anything that comes my way, just so I can report it to whoever is around me.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Funny Flyers

4 flights down, 6 to go *relievedsighfornow* ... 10hrs and 3 countries later and I have finally reached my destination. I can now officially bum around the house and not feel guilty about it. But somehow now that I can do it without feeling guilty, it's no fun. :P

My flights were both ok, although I felt a bit rushed. For the first one, I thought I might have been a bit late (which I sooo.. wasn't), so I was seriously annoyed by the long lines at customs and the security check, especially because the dude scanned my bag 3 times for no apparent reason. When he finally handed me my bag over, I wanted to rush away to my gate. But, because I'm a bit funny at times and look around at people before I do anything, I caught the eye of an older guy in uniform. He instantly smiled and so I smiled back and genuinely tried to run off to my gate, when he waved me to the side. Guess what? Yes, another explosives test. I am seriously starting to believe that I have an explosive air about myself *haha*. I was checked for explosives AGAIN. That's twice in one week. Except that this time the guy mumbled something about my looks and giggled. Too bad I didn't understand what he said.

Lesson learnt & mental note to herself:

Don't look at old guys in uniform, just rush! Ignorance is bliss ^^*.

6 hours later, I had finally managed to board my other flight and was squeezed between 2 weirdos. The guy on my left had a very very VERY unpleasant scent. He seemed quite decent, but whenever he moved around, the "unpleasant scent" made its way over to my side. Yes, indeed not very desirable. The guy on my right wasn't quite as smelly, he just absolutely could not sit still. It almost seemed like his legs weren't part of his body. They moved in such an even manner and steady manner, which made entire seat shake. I thought to myself: "thank goodness, he will sleep soon and I will be in peace". Fat chance! He continued to move his legs in this even and agile way throughout the entire flight (even in his sleep ... maybe he should sign up for the Guiness World Record for the "extended hours of leg movement" record). Besides his anxious legs, he was busy trying to act cool and Australian. (Total Turima, you know what I mean!) It didn't seem enough to just say "thank you". No it had to be "cheers", with an extended "ee" and "you're alright" instead of "it's ok".

Other than those 2 buddies there, the plane was old and rattly. The only thing remotely exotic, were the personalized touch screen monitors in each seat. At first I thought: "uh great! why don't all planes have touch screen instead of those crappy remote controls?". About an hour into the flight, this question had answered itself.

  1. Extend the arm to flip through the menu can get tiring

  2. Long nails don't exactly make the selection process easy

  3. Highly disturbing when the person behind one's seat, vigorously presses the screen and frequently pushes the seat in front just to select.

BUT, despite all these hiccups, I reached safely and can now begin my holiday :).

[Tune]

Beyonce: Diva

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