gentle impulsion, shakes me, aches me,

A holiday would be nice right now, but as I mature and the more serious I become about life, the more life entertains me into being about business or taking things even more seriously. But the reality right now is I'm stuck at Munich airport smelling like one of the worst things in the world, surrounded by my fellow country men who I have no compunction to chat or make conversation with. This is how it feels at times in China, a mass throng of people heading in a direction that only they know and we all congregate on a single place. I hate to imagine what the water closet facilities are like here. For the moment my flight is delayed which means it will be around midnight until I land in London, 2am before I get home and maybe a few days before I post this article.

This article would want to sound like I'm trying to drum up a complaint and in the some sort of Live Journal sympathy plea. But people know me well enough know the amount of hypocrisy I can live with, this is something I wouldn't do, not here in any case.

Instead to pass the time I write my blog and look around at all the different people surrounding me, they are all holiday makers except the guy to my right, he is sporting a pair of white Apple headphones and reading some book which change his life. I realise I'm staring at myself for a few minutes, except my headphones are a lot more expensive and I haven't succumbed to Apple products. This is my only revelations at that moment, for all the worst things in life, I realise that being stuck at an airport isn't one of them.

Well I suppose I can keep this up for at least another half hour or so, don't get delayed my beautiful eggs.

We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed
The way we usually choose to

So I'll wait 'till I find the remote part of your heart
When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start