wow. was that tiring or what? that's right. it was what. cause i passed up tiring a long time ago. everything was peachy in ga. until i actually sat in the plane. WELL. after they had boarded all of the passengers they decided they couldn't take off until another 45 minutes. that was a bad thing. seeing that i had an international flight from chicago to london within 2 hours of take off time from ga. once i arrived in chicago i literally had to run to my next gate. there were others who were huffing and puffing but luckily i was traveling light -- just my messenger bag, a book and these super soft pillow type thing. forgot what it's called. and some of you may wonder about my check in baggage. let me stun that curiosity. it didn't make it as fast as i did. kher. the plane to london was not even 1/2 full but i went to sleep immediately after take off so i wasn't able to nab a 4 seater spot to stretch out on. no matter. thank God for short asians (don't worry, i'm average height for my race) i was able to lay out on 2 seats. so the madness doesn't end there. once i arrived in london. we had an hour wait in line for connecting flights. damn you terminal 3. can anyone relate? tell me that's not the worst thing on the planet after cancer. ok i tend to hyperbolize. but you know what i'm sayin'. there was a 12 hour lay over in london. 12 hours. yeeesh. it was ugly. i was ugly. i made a few friends. these 2 americans...one sister who was in england and the other who was from cali who went to visit her. they were friendly. the one from cali has 4 sons who i wish i cared about but got to know very well. without their knowledge. also there was a desi couple from canayyyda. the hearsay information about them being a friendly people proved right. i still hold it against them. yeah i'm talking to you. anyway the lady saw my face and then said you can use my luggage to lean on and sleep. first i thought about all the stuff you hear about. i thought about cocaine lined bags. i thought about trained dogs. i thought about jail. then i went against all of that. i didn't even bother being polite and saying that initial "no, no, really, i can't" i just went with the jazakAllah kher as she inflated the head rests for me to lean on to make it comfy. man was she nice. you guys pray for her health. she told me about how she had breast cancer and was suffering from a uti. so yeah. london to pakistan was yuck. there was the food smell. the dude sitting next to me was worried i hadn't eaten. or used the bathroom. i didn't explain either. i barely spoke to him. he just moved over and said that i should lie down if i'm not feeling well. i did. i've never had a more exhausting trip. i love to travel. no doubt about that. but it's times like this i wish i could just teleport. know any secrets? hook it up