October 23rd and 24th, 2025

I got the time wrong, I don’t know how… our plane departs at 11 not 8…. Uhhhhh. Also apparently Drez got to work late again. I pray for him and everyone at work. I did not exactly leave him prepared for what’s to come today. I wish them all the best.

It’s 1030 now, the morning was just checking into the airport. Last nights dinner is today’s breakfast. I fear I did not give my little boy enough love to prepare him for the absence he’s going to feel for the next 12 days. :,( I should’ve held him and cuddled him for an eternity before I left. :((( Oh Kimi, I hope you’ll be okay. I love you. I didn’t even see where you were before I ran out the door.

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Bitter. Bitter, bitter, bitter. I write this as I am 21 hours into my day and on the 3rd plane. I have spent more time in the air in the past 24 hours than I have in my entire life collectively. (Lie) I never wanna be on a plane again actually. I hate planes. They’re the cockroaches of public transport; a damn shame they have a monopoly on country to county travel.

Blah blah blah

The first plane should’ve been the foreshadowing I needed to know what I was stepping into for the next day. Humans are not creatures inherent made to fly, we vent the sky around us and created tubes that go so fast the laws of the universe are forced to adhere to our will. WestJet is yet to prove itself in my eyes. Their staff are some of the kindest people I’ve met but I hate the physicality of an airplane, of being trapped for so long, so stationary. I sat for the 4/5 hours it took to get to Calgary. We got off the plane and in less than 2 hours we boarded the next mechanical beast. If the last one was a pigeon this was a swan.

The swan was gorgeous, 3 rows of seats, beautiful blue interior, blankets and pillows on the seat, a built in screen, games, movies and shows at your finger tips. It’s honestly what I expect when I hear “plane”, it looked like the Dandadan plane when they start the sharknado arc! Like most swans their feathers are phenomenal, but their teeth are ferocious. I sat on that plane for- I thought it was 10 hours but the in plan flight screen said 15 and a half. I stopped understanding all concept of time. There was too much military time and time zone changes for me to do the math. My brain was fried.

I watched 28 weeks later, and TENET. And…. And- and there was another movie… my brain is actually so gone that I cannot recall what I spent 3 hours of my life on yesterday… (Dyl from Oct 31st here, it was Dune 2)

Anyway, 28 weeks later was fine, I was enjoying the movie until they gave me protags that made everything they touched awful. As much as I would love to relate to that shii, I don’t wanna see it. TENET however! Wonderful! Love TENET, though I feel that every time I watch it I understand it less.

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We left on Thursday morning, it’s Friday afternoon, almost evening now as we land. Our first few hours in Japan were messy. As soon as we got off the plane there were two stewardesses looking for us to inform that our luggage was awaiting us and that we needed to take a bus to another terminal. We thanked them and moved on, following the crowd to our inevitable doom. We walked down a flight of stairs that led nowhere, then forcing us to go up the escalator just to go the right way.

Uncle Roy had warned me on the plane about the form to fill out, our mother had said it was done. The agent informed her it was 1 QR code per passenger, her singular QR would not satiate the 4 of us. We spent 20 minutes in that room, declaring what we were in the country for, scrambling, trying to find the necessary information to fill out the sheet. A lady came over to help us, I think we were too tired to appreciate the gesture. We completed the little cards and got past the gate, we picked up our luggage and found another form to be filled out. My mother remained incessant that we need to board our bus. The woman agreed and then politely forced us to fill out the form. Again, a scramble for the required information.

Her brain was fried too, I pitied my mother, I was of no help to her. Just a mule to carry the luggage and even then I forced the other two to carry their worth. After 30 minutes of bus we made our way to the 3rd and final flight. We got on, and this is where I was bitter beyond belief. It has been almost 24 hours since I’ve woken up, the non stop travel has demolished everything in me. I put our baggage in the overhead bins and knocked out.

When I awoke my mood had improved, whatever rest I had was enough, like a car you need to jumpstart. I took our luggage down and we scrambled for maybe an hour before we got a taxi to the hotel, the drive was beautiful.

Finally, like following a rainbow, we had made it to our pot of gold. And I only mean that kind of metaphorically. The hotels interior was GOLD. Like, rich people interior type shit. A bus boy packed our luggage’s, escorted us to the front desks and then led us to our room, he unloaded our luggage’s and when we tipped him- or tried to, he said it was entirely his pleasure. I had heard that tipping culture is entirely a western concept.

We settled into the room, showered and then it was, FINALLY, PAINSTAKINGLY, AFTER 24 HOURS OF BEING AWAKE, time to go to 711. It was aight. Though I will admit it’s neon fluorescence cut through the dark in a way only seen in movies. We walked the short distance and it was quaint inside. We picked through rows of snacks, I opted for onigiri and noodles, I hadn’t eaten in so long. I got a pistachio ice cream too, it was aight. The noodles and onigiri however were quite nice, we loitered in the store, I felt bad. But we were buying! Nothing to feel bad about.

We got back to the hotel room and ate our dinner while all playing Pokémon go. At some point my eyelids got too heavy for the rest of me. I let the bed carry them for me.