Venting to the hyperspace

On a business trip.

On a flight towards our destination for the day, I closed my eyes in an attempt to catch a quick nap in the short domestic flight.

A woman sat beside me. Malay, modern, in her late 20's or early 30's, dressed in blue, with jeans, fluent and classy English, knows one of the flight attendants, frequent flyer and did not eat her free salted peanuts during the flight.

A man who sat in front of me. Foreigner, big sized, burly guy in his late 30's or 40's, mustache and beard, white shirt, sat on the wrong seat when he first settled down and doesn't speak much English.

A young lady sat a row behind me, opposite the aisle in the middle seat. Johor-ian, skinny, dyed hair and make up, wide collar top, hot pants, rich and seems to love shopping.

With my eye closed, my ears drown in the loud noise of the air rushing through the jet engines. My bum feels the bumpiness of the aircraft hitting the occasional stray air stream. My fingers clutching on the pack of peanuts not too tightly that I can't rest my body and not too loosely that I will drop it in the event that I fall asleep.

What will I do if the plane breaks apart mid-air and I got flung out of it into the sky? I wonder if I will be able to leave a message before I crash on the ground. How to leave it? Call someone? Type it down on the 'Notes' function? Scratch my arm with my finger nails? Will I even be able to turn on my phone in time? The number '3' on my keypad is faulty. Will it be a futile attempt to type it out? Who will I call? Will they pick up immediately? Leave a more subtle message? Like a picture showing on the screen? Or a speed dial number?How to keep my phone safe from the fall? Tuck it at my belt to protect it using my tummy? What message will I leave? I love you, my family? Friends? Special someone? Secret crush? World peace? Who to give my meager inheritance to?

How to survive? Make shift parachute from the shirt in my luggage? Someone else's scarf? Rip out the folding table? How to use them? Parachute? Glide wings? Where to land? Trees? River? Sea? How to land? Legs out-stretched to cushion the fall? Grab something heavy and jump off it right before it crashes? Sea survival jump into the water? Or try to save someone to live to tell the tale by becoming the cushion? How to cushion him/ her? Kick him/ her off upwards just before landing? Stand on my palm as I land on my feet to prolong the impact time?

Or will I just faint from the lack of oxygen and low pressure at such high altitude?

I was sitting alone at the poolside restaurant having my dinner. Having a bottle of warm Corona with lime (not lemon...). Live band singing oldies by the bar, soft, but adequately lit environment, slow, warm, intermittent breeze. Looking out at the lit swimming pool and up at the hotel rooms, down again at the rain drops falling into the pool, and on the spot lights, evaporating the instant it hits the glass.

Appetizer, starters, main course and dessert. What should be cold, wasn't cold and what should be hot, wasn't hot. I meant to leave the waiter a note. But got too impatient while waiting for the food to come and the impatience led to a quick departure after finishing the dessert.

The sounds of a machine shredding through what seems to be a rather thick beard conducted through the ceiling/ floor from a floor above. Thrice, it sounded. That guy must be seriously hairy, or probably runs an illegal barber business in the hotel room. *shifty eyes* 'Psst... Want to get a hair cut?' *opens the jacket to reveal a comb, scissors and hair trimmer*

I try to observe. Trying to read in between the lines, listen in between the speech, see in between the actions. Probably afraid of the unknown, curious about the actions, imagining the possibilities. Many many reasons to be observant.

But in reality, it takes a little bit of blindness to fall in love.

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