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Profile  Joshua Hoong 06.09.92 Audiophile Self-Proclaimed-Certified-iPod-Evangelist Interests Holga Emily Haines Jews JUICE Photography Not Drawing Rilo Kiley Stars Twee Vaseline Writing Your Sister Take It Out On Me We Won't Turn To Dust May 2008 June 2008 September 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 Credits Layout: hearteditorials Codes: -ambulance Icon: biconcave |
Monday, December 8, 2008
I can't tell you how much I hate plane rides because it would breach into the unmentionables which will be very unhealthy for you children.
It just makes me feel so claustrophobic because it's a rule to remain seated at all times other than the trips down the aisle into yet another 1 square-foot of a lavatory. And when I'm back at my seat, it's just miserable that I have to do elbow fights with my sibling to get the under-cushioned armrest. It was a completely pitch-black view out of the little window, it being a night flight and this only made it worse because my senses tell me that I am not moving and my mind tells me it's a long ride, so mentally, I'm stuck in oblivion. When coupled with the urge to get out of the darned plane which I did several times and imagined myself windsurfing outside instead, or the morbid moments when reality sinks in and tells me that if I'm out there I'd have to hang on for dear life because the plane is moving at 900 km/h with headwinds of 50km/h in my face, freeze to death becuse it's -56 degrees celcius outside, squeeze the last breath of oxygen from my body, when I'm already suffocating from excitement with thoughts about New York, with anneroxically thin or no oxygen at all at such high altitudes or like in the cartoons, be sucked into one of the giant motors. It's also unbearable when they serve a heavy, stale and grotty dinner, supper and breakfast with what seems like only minutes in between each other when it's still dark and the only tools available to tell me how much time had passed was through the watch I was wearing which I believed was lying, the number of pages of Man Walks into a Room by Nicole Krauss read, and the number of on-board movies I watched. At the same time, my body tells me that I have to sleep but my mind tells me that I can't because I already did for a million years. My mind yields. I never knew I could yearn for sunlight as much as a plant needs it for survival. It came to the point where I told myself that I would die peaceful if I could see the sun once more. Well I got my wish and almost immediately, I wished for night again because we were flying over the clouds and without the cloud-cover, you'd be getting the full blast of it. I really came to appreciate SIA girls more, you know. Her intermittent strolls along the aisle carried me a step closer to Heaven each time. As she brushed past, the fragrance of pine, crused roses and apples lingered and filled the little space I had and I inhaled deeply to make sure I had the last bit, but slowly to avoid detection. I felt so voyeuristic but fully satisfied and said a little prayer in hope that she would walk past once more. |