This is going to be a long post.
I have an hour or more to kill before I'm departing for Changi Airport. One hour seems pretty short when you have something to do on hand, but it seems to drag on forever in certain moments mostly when you are waiting for something to happen (Like that I am doing right now). I remember the pain of sitting through examination papers and having to wait until the given time is up, slowing watching the clock crawl and seeking refuge in the solace of my imagination. The pain is still exists in poly life, striking in compulsory boring talks where they ramble on about simple information that can be posted online and stupid subjects like APEL where they still try and ingrain meaningless desired behavior into my head.
I can remember how I actually became a Japanophile. I remember when I was primary one, moms and pops decided to bring the entire family over to Japan. I was too young to understand anything and to appreciate the sights and sounds. All I could remember was getting a Japanese version of ": Let’s find Pokémon!” similar to "Where's Waldo?" and two art files, one green and one blue. I didn't understand what the book was about, nor did I recognize the Pokémon but I thought it was the best. This was a few years before Pokémon was translated and released in English. I somewhat recall getting the yellow version of the game, but I can't recall how did I do so exactly. Then, as I grew older, I realized all the things I liked as a kid was from Japan. From Digimon, Pokémon to Gundam robots. Soon another trip was organized, and I went there and thought everyone there was all nice and polite (Wrong, Generalization is a logical fallacy). Awesome creations and nice people. I wanted to work and live over there when I grew older.
The thing about reality is that somehow or another, the truth will seep through somehow. From Japanese that study here, foreigners living in Japan and other various sources of information, I realized Japan is not wonderland. It was odd that I never realized that it was probably too good to be true. Now I know I'm not going to work there, knowing how fucked up the hierarchy-based society and absurd their culture can be in another light. I am not going to enslave myself to some company, not to mention one that expects me to do OT to prove that I love the company. You wouldn't love me when recession hits and you have to lay off staff. You superficial capitalists.
Oh, I hung out with a few guys from my class. We didn't do anything special, just hung around Tempines Mall, afterwards bouncing to Plaza Singapura. They made me realize that being with people can actually be fun and somewhat entertaining. I guess the misanthrope in me was due to bad experiences. Thanks a lot guys, I had loads of fun despite not doing much.
Somehow, I'm having mental drama about how my trip there can be ruined, all by statistically impossible causes. Such as the plane blowing up or me getting crushed the roof due to an earthquake. I know it's stupid to think about the improbable, but this part inside me in gnawing me, telling me not to go and just stay inside my comfort zone. Too late, buddy. The tickets have been booked, the requests have been taken. I am going to erase your presence from existence.
I intend to crash and snooze on the plane later. I know plane rides are boring, apart from getting eye candy from pretty foreign air stewardesses. I rather spend the seven hours in a blaze by falling into deep sleep then get 2 seconds of glances every 2 hours or so. The probability of having one is little to none as well. I don't take chances, I prefer concrete plans. Hopefully they serve lunch on board, and I sure hope lunch is going to be scrumptious. I'm thinking of pasta-based main course. Maybe I can get an extra serving if they have more left. Mmm.
I pretty much think I brought everything I need, which are basically clothes, camera, laptop, wallet, handphone and my little navigation book that I wrote in. I sure hope I do not suddenly realize that I forgot to bring an important item on the plane or the train later, or else I would surely scream, probably with the people around me thinking I'm crazy or that I have a heart attack. If it happens, I think it's going to be pretty funny.
This is going to be a blast.
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