Syrian Arab Airlines
Trip Start
Jan 10, 2006
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Trip End
Jan 25, 2006
I will begin with my short journey to manchester airport, Pappa and 'Tai' (my Brother) were dropping me off at the airport, all I could do was sit there very still, so as not to throw up, yup that's right little missy was very, very, very, excited, it felt like those childhood trips to Blackpool, when I would excitedly sit in back of the car and tell mum and dad that I could actually feel the butterflies in my stomach, not surprisingly, that is the very thing I said every few minutes to Pappa and Tai,( much to 'Tai's annoyance as he so badly wants to come too but can't because of his exams.. bless!!). My repeated exclamations of "I am so excited" were punctuated with comments like "the traffic is sooo choca.... will we make it to the airport on time??", "make sure you keep the house clean" ( I really did feel like my mother whilst saying this).
High up in the clouds, flying towards my destination and what do I find, annoying fellow pasengers.
I was hoping that my overall look sent out a clear message, I do not wish to speak to you, no I am not intersted, and no don't even try! yet did they listen... oh no, several desperado's tried to get to know me, despite my frosty answers and my sudden need to listen to my mp3 player.
High up in the clouds, flying towards my destination and what do I find, annoying fellow pasengers.
I was hoping that my overall look sent out a clear message, I do not wish to speak to you, no I am not intersted, and no don't even try! yet did they listen... oh no, several desperado's tried to get to know me, despite my frosty answers and my sudden need to listen to my mp3 player.

