03-042014SG

Not gonna make sense but these were my feelings while aboard Singapore Air.

Herb butter.

We must have been flying over the Indian subcontinent when I found a tray of airplane food - herb butter chicken, I can't recall the exact meal. But as I ate that meal, I remember watching 3 Peas in a Pod. Bet on Singapore Airlines to make delicious food for Economy Class and in-flight entertainment. I would totally live the lonely but exciting jetsetter life if I could get to fly Singapore Air all the time.

Watermelon.

Eleven hours from Singapore to Istanbul was a literal pain in the a*s. But heck, I could totally do this, flying into different continents. After all, my name has somewhat doomed me into a life of riding planes six to eight times a year. If I've been doing that since I was one, why the hell can't I do that now? Sure, I won't be refreshed on flights like a watermelon on a hot summer's day, but that plastic cup of watermelon fruits can sure refresh me anyway. I can refresh myself into getting into a different place.

Egg omelette.

I may have fallen in love with flights that last longer than three hours. I want to get into flights more and more. Living in an airplane doesn't seem so bad anyway. I get to eat yummy egg omelettes, and drink apple juice. I wanna fly. I wanna go over clouds and pray for my life while passing by Thailand and turbulence. I want to see the world.