In Flight Entertainment

You are it. I am writing this on my flight from Tokyo to Bangkok. I managed to get on the only airline sans back seat TV’s. I secretly think the people around me are green with envy that I have the ease and convenience of my stylish ibook. And if I didn’t look like a hideous swamp beast in the oldest/comfiest clothes I own, I might be mistaken for someone with an important job. I’m sat next to a kindly Japanese man and I’m trying out all the Nihongo that I can caper. He’s showing me some nifty gadget game thing that all the kids are playing these days so I just asked him how much it cost. Then, when he replied “only $150” I told him: “vegetable”. The bewildered look on his face was cue to correct myself with an embarrassed “errr… I mean, cheap”.

The movie playing on the big screen is some kind of tragic dance movie that stars someone who may or may not be Justin Timberlake. Whatever it is, its horrible. I’m devoed that I didn’t have the foresight to put a movie or two on this beast before departure. And I’d just like to reinforce the laptop envy I’m feeling right now, the little J-man has just told me that I’m a nerd with my computer. Jokes on you mate. He wishes he was me, he’s gonna loose it real soon when I pull out the solitare.

If I wasn’t completely knackered from the last few weeks of madness, I would be ectatic right now. I’m on my way to Australia for a well-earned 5-week holiday. I’m going from the freezing temperatures of Tokyo to the warmth and sunshine of a beloved Aussie summer. In the 6 weeks prior to this flight I’ve broken up with the J-boy I couldn't communicate with, said some very teary goodbyes to my two best friends and flatmates, moved out of the Horifune Palace and into my very own sexy little studio apartment in Nakano, Tokyo, signed a new contract at work, started a couple of new kids classes, seen a musical that my favourite student gave Steve and I tickets to, gloated to everyone I know about my extended vacation and spent a small fortune buying unnecessary, overpriced and fabulous make-up at the duty free counter.

I have absolutely no idea what I have packed in my suitcase in the chaos. I’m not even sure I packed anything at all. I have never before been under the airline weight restriction, so you can imagine my confusion at the check-in counter. I didn't even know that was possible?

Anywho, might give my laptop battery a rest so I can wow the people on my next flight with the same prepared brilliance as I have on this one. I have the next 5 weeks to sit on my bum in the sun so you can expect to hear from me again soon.