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Ok I am officially tired. I am taking a hiatus from clubbing. If I lose anymore weight from all that dancing, my neck will snap. Plus I think I need more new songs and remixes in the industry before I dance again. (But 50cent, I will always lub you.)

My last San Francisco trip was great. Ray decided on an impromptu jazz concert and it turned out to be alot of fun although it was supposedly meant 'for kids'. I thought it was a good way to spend a Sunday afternoon. So educational too. Do-wop do-wop. Dee da dee dee dah...do-wop barappa ba. Next, I need to get myself into a rap concert. (Let's do that in Manhatten, Cameo!)

Of course, again the highlight of my trip was a cute passenger and another crew. So there was a really strange Japanese crew who had only 'sex' in her head. I was forewarned about her before and I actually got to work with her. Coolness. It was REALLY interesting. She is one of those weird geniuses who could mindmap ANYTHING to the fine art of copulation. What a wonder. Below are fine highly summarized translated examples of my wonderful conversations with Hama G.

During take-off:

*very suddenly turns to me at the jumpseat*

Hama G: I tell you, pilots are terrible in bed. Absolutely terrible. All of them can't bend and are poor in techniques.

Me: *WHAAAAA-?* You think it's because of all that lack of space in the cockpit and exercise?

Hama G: Zettai dane. (Of course!)

Haha I am a pretty fine entertainer myself and after the initial 'WTFs' I quickly find my composure and continue the conversations. Man, all these juicy stuff.

During break, somehow we all started a conversation about periods (k, honestly we started the conversation because a passenger left a JUMBO sized napkin in her seatpocket and in the businessclass seat!!! BTW, an unused one.)

Hama G: I hate my periods, they are so heavy.

Me: Try the pill then. You can control when they come and voila to no more cramps. Genius eh? I seriously think it is the best invention ever. After the zip.

Hama G: *eyes raised in wonder* But don't they make you fat?! And I really wanna get pregnant................But oooo it will make boyfriends really lucky.

Me: -_-;;

Nearing landing.

Hama G: *very suddenly* Hey, is your boyfriend good in bed?

ME: *WTF...Does she not understand drawing lines at privacy? But I had to say something because I want to listen to what more she could say next* Mmmmmm he kisses damn well. But do you think Japanese men are too small in general? (I will make such a good con artist. Damn, I CAN SMOKE!)

Hama G: Ne! I once dated blah blah and he was HUGE! Heaven. Blah blah (unprintable) blah blah small, blah blah big. As long as your boyfriend isn't a pilot, he's fine. Singaporean boys small too?

Me: I don't know really. Sweet manner... but boring I guess. But yeah. Phew. No pilot boyfriends. Nah uh.

Anyway case in point, I learnt alot about Miss Hama G in half a day. That woman is a veteran. Nice, liberal but a little kooky (also a tad lazy at work). Makes you ponder how much people would reveal to a total stranger. I was shocked at how much she revealed to me but in a way, it was completely safe since I don't know her group of friends and I might never see her again. Reminded me of Forrest Gump sitting at the bus stop and retelling his life to total strangers. Weird as it sounds, sometimes strangers make the best therapists you think? Cuz they don't know you.

As a sidetrack, why are so many Malay boys such great dancers? Nice~ Most Chinese boys dance like they were struck by wet sockets or move like statues. Bleh.