To Geneva - 23/03/10

Travelling is a major part of my new job that I started on 1st January. And one of the things that I promised myself is that I would keep an uncensored journal of all my travels (not exactly of sightseeing, but of my thoughts). So here goes a few pages from my journal that I carry around with me.

Of all the places in the world, I believe, airport is one place that one feels the most lonely. I mean there is a sea of people around, the place is buzzing with activity – shoppers looking for a bargain, families searching for good restaurants and here I am all alone. Not that me writing all these, sitting all alone at this Est restaurant makes a damn difference to anyone, it doesn’t. Maybe I was looking at easing some of my loneliness at home by coming to the airport earlier – three hours earlier. But now I realise there was no need for that – I am still lonely.

I need a buddy – that is what I want, a young buddy. Isn’t it funny that all the while you wanted to be in the company of older people, people more mature than yourself and now that you are older you want to around younger people. OK so back to Est café – had something that resembled an omelette – a frittata she said. No didn’t like it much – too large a portion with potatoes and tomatoes. I rather like a plain omelette. By the way, why do they have such large portions these days. Do they want people to get fat? Or do people want to eat more. Anyway my dish had three fourth left over. I always feel a bit guilty when I throw away food. Bu I have just about managed to control my appetite and have reduced from 70kgs to 65kgs just by controlling my diet. No way – there is no way that I want to finish everything on my plate.

A nice looking guy just came and sat next to my table. We both looked at each other at the same time – shit why did I do that? I quickly averted my eyes. There’s no need to give any vibes when you know that nothing can possibly happen. Oh by the way – do I know how to give vibes?

I think the taxi driver who drove me to the airport was quite taken in by my personality – dare I say my looks. Hang on Chinty, are you by any chance giving yourself a cheap boost here? No, I mean really – either that or he was flirting with me. But flirt, I doubt very much. He was older and did even say that he has kids of my age. Is there really an age for flirting? Wouldn’t I flirt with a young 20 yr old guy? Of course I would – especially now when I am obsessed by “KB” a young Korean actor who is just 21 yrs old. (I don’t dare write “KB’s” name or else my blog will come on all searches!!) Just before leaving home I watched an episode of his Korean drama and that boy has done a good job. There was this scene where he kisses an older woman and I was thinking to myself – would a 21 yr old boy know how to kiss a woman. What a silly thought – I knew how to kiss a guy when I was 19.

Now I am sitting at the lounge waiting for the gate to open. Did the usual passenger thing – went to all the duty free shops, scanned and scrutinized items, contemplated whether I should buy a couple of Clarins lipstick and then decided against it. These airport visits are getting extremely expensive. I end up buying items that I really do not need or use. Usually they are make-up items. Today surprisingly I felt like buying a handbag. It was at the shop called Collections. Well there was this DKNY bag that I am palpitating over – beautiful bag I tell you – nice square shiny big thing calling out my name. I almost purchased it – but it sadly lacked a zipper on top and with the sort of travelling I do, it didn’t feel like it ticked all my boxes. Things could easily fall out of it on the scanner. As I was leaving the shop, saw the Radley bag – similar to DKNY but the same zing. Both were prices reasonably at £123 & 108 respectively, quite a good price for a working lady’s bag.

The gate opened five minutes earlier than the announced time of 18:40 and I was one of the first few passengers to make my way to gate #49. I could see the other passengers hurrying to their gates. Why are people always in a hurry at airports? I mean what else is there to do other than eat, shop and wait for your flight? But yet people hurry. I walked at the slowest pace possible. Didn’t want to sit and wait around an extra second.

So in the flight – I am sandwiched between two guys and I was quite hesitant to take out my journal. In the end it’s not like anyone cared – I took it out. Slept for some time, listened to my music, had a lousy dry sandwich they served. I wondered whether I would find the hotel coach outside the arrivals.

PS: I think (not sure) that the guy sitting next to me was trying to read what I was writing. Hope he appreciated my handwriting (I have to admit I do have one). With care I closed my journal. No snoopy eyes here.