I actually wrote while I was in Australia. Rather enthused about it at the beginning, partially because of my boredom and my fascination with my handwriting, but the enthusiasm petered off at the end. Suffering from slight post-holiday depression, so this is a good time as any, I feel, to start typing out my make-shift diary. Here goes.
0815: Dec 22 Through the customs. Didn't set the alarm, so we were late to meet the rest of them at the airport.
Won't be able to blog, of course, which is why I've got this notebook.
Isn't it strange? The original purpose of my blog, to be able to freely express, has been changed to that of entertainment and updating purposes. From writing about my feelings, I've taken to relating general events.
As a result, I've been able to write less and less about my feelings towards people, and more about incidents I think would amuse the visitors to my page.
The whole purpose of my blog was to have someone, albeit a stranger to confess my thoughts - all of them.
It's better, for me to confess to a stranger than a friend. My life is untouched by their thoughts, their opinions, their *judgements* because I do not know them nor care for them.
The downside, of course, is that my friends know less and less about what's going on, and have no idea about what I'm going through. I won't get their support or concern when I need it the most.
At the same time, I won't get their reprimands or moral judgements when I need it the least.
But once again, I digress. This is not about me complaining. This is about my holiday in Australia.
0925: Still waiting for the plane to take off. I've checked the inflight movies.
Hopefully, when I come back, they'll still be showing 'One hour photo', which Sarius recommanded (I think) as a good psychological thriller.
But for now, however, I'll be catching Lilo and Stitch.
The plane is taxiing now. Will be able to start watching in 20 mins (after take-off)
1000: We're in the air now! Some details about my flight - I'm flying with Quantas, in a Boeing 747-400. Smoking is not allowed. I wish I were in a window seat.There's more to see there. But still, the inflight entertainment seems pretty good.
I love taking airplane flights. If you were really sarcastic, you could make the point that most flying is done in airplanes, except in supernatural, risky, or highly fatal situations. Then, of course, there's my morbid curiousity of what it would be like to go down, but that's not something the rest of the passengers would like to contemplate.
I'd be listening to the radio if there was anything good on it. As it is, I think I'll just read the paper until the movies come on. Till I touch down.
