I had done this little ditty on the plane because I was woken up rudely by sudden lights and food. Which I did not eat. So, naturally, I got quite annoyed.

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If one pauses to think about the modes of transport, the world is rather quite smitten with air travel which honestly is just a glorified cattle truck to take a person from point A to point B. I say cattle truck because that's what the economy class is all about. It matters little if the branding of such transport is considered 'low-cost' or the average, each-country-has-a-goddamn-airline deal. A cattle-truck is a cattle truck.
Being sucker punched by bright, white lights in the middle of sleep is the least of your problems and if you're a heavy traveller with a large amount of travel points in your little shopping cart of been-there-done-that, you're probably mastered the art of a. keeping yourself busy and b. sleeping in awkward positions which would probably cause you a fair amount of bullshit when it comes to medical bills but I digress. The lovely art of dozing off in relative discomfort -- albeit before being jolted awake by the coming of the food cart. Actually, I might still be a little miffed about being woken up.

I think, if I had to take a little gander at what the whole shebang must've sounded like if it was put in short bursts off words punctuated by swearing it'd sound like:
GOOD MORNING YOU LITTLE FUCKERS, WE HAVE FOOD, YOU LIKE FOOD! HERE! HAVE SOME BLINDING LIGHT TO GO WITH THIS LOVELY ANNOUNCEMENT! YAY OMG!

Good lord. If I'd had a go at everything. And I still need new headphones.

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Moving on.

I'm safely back in Melbourneland of sejok and senang. Paid the water bill, unpacked stuff and put some away but I've still a few things to put away but I have neither the want nor the tenacity at the moment. I would rather sit here and type in my most morose of moods.

A most interested post surfaced on my Facebok feed last week. It had said:

Bad grammar aside, it's quite true. Human nature is such that we've begun to hide away our true emotions in the opposite display because we, I, have decided that real emotions are too complex and disturbing for everyone to simply know about. One has to be in the thick of it to know anything I am feeling and so a close knit of people are held near and dear with my secrets.

I'm sneezing a lot right now. I hate the cold. Really. Another few months of solid labour... FOR THE PARENTS! I could just live with a pass.