I'm just trying to pass time.
I'm at Narita Airport right now waiting for my connecting flight to Chicago, and from there I'll take a domestic flight to Oklahoma City. I feel so uncomfortable after flying for seven hours and all I want to do is to take a shower but I'm too tired to go look for the shower facility. I could ask someone, but I'm already at my gate and I don't want to get up from my seat. Also, my stomach feels funny and I keep farting. Not the hot, smelly fart but the harmless ones. It's really quite annoying. I wish I would stop farting. Are you grossed out yet? If you are...what, you never farted before? It's a natural process that cannot be controlled.
I have another 50 minutes before boarding. There's a lady seated in front of me and the back of her head is pretty. I wonder if the back of my head is pretty, like hers. She's doing some work on her laptop and I know because I peeked. Also, I'm sitting at the viewing area so I get the glorious view of the airplanes. I see SIA, ANA, and some other airline whose logo I don't recognise. Also, it's a common fact but Japanese businessmen love to dress in white shirts and black coats. While waiting to board my flight at Changi Airport (the time of boarding was delayed for half an hour and I almost died), there were many Japanese businessmen and they all looked like they were in uniform. All black and white. Like penguins. I was surrounded by tall, good-looking penguins. Not a bad situation at all.
40 minutes to boarding. My nose feels like it's stuffed with dried snot, and it probably is. Maybe I should continue doing this. Count down and write about what I see. There's a man sitting on the carpeted floor by the corner using his laptop. I don't know why he chose to sit there because there are plenty of vacant seats. Maybe he just likes to sit on the floor. He seems to be in an uncomfortable position though. Obese man on the right. There's nothing odd about him. He doesn't have any hand-carry luggage with him, he's dressed in a brown polo tee and jeans. Just an ordinary, obese American man. Oh, and he was sleeping earlier and snored really loudly. There are children screaming in the background. Squeals of laughter. I can't see them but I can hear them. I should have brought along some Japanese yen so that I can buy a drink from one of the vending machines. I also wanted to buy some magazines and Japanese sweets, and although I can pay for those with credit card, I didn't buy them because they would just be a burden. Man in front just burst out laughing. He just laughed again. I wonder what he's laughing at because he looks like he's watching something really funny. But I can't see what he's watching; he's seated too far away. Now he's smiling to himself. People are weird.
30 minutes to boarding. I should go to the restroom before boarding. On my flight to Tokyo, I sat on the window seat. I thought I had the aisle seat. The lady beside me slept through most of the flight and I didn't want to wake her, so I only went once. Breakfast was pretty good. We had sausage with omelette, potatoes and long bean. The miso soup sucked though. Tasted like dishwater. I wonder what's for lunch. Oh, and I watched Salt during the flight. Maybe I was too tired but I found it a tad boring. Angelina Jolie is nice to look at but there's no climax to the story. I'm looking forward to Jolie's film with Johnny Depp though, The Tourist.
Can I not leave and just stay in Japan? I want to stay here. Everything here is so familiar and comfortable. The language (although I may not understand completely), the people, the smell, the shops...everything. I can't wait to be back on Christmas Eve.
20 minutes to boarding. Another lady with a pretty head seated in front of me. This time, a Japanese. Her scrunchie's really cute. I should go to the restroom, boarding soon. I hope there's free wireless at Chicago Airport.