Chapter 2: I'm leaving on a jetplane...

Date: 27/05/2006
Time:1500hrs

"....I hope i won't be back again." Kingkong thought to himself, as the song was playing on the car radio. He thought of his future, and shuddered at the prospect of being unable to see clearly into the future. Then again, who could? He thought of the woman beside him, his lover who was driving him to the airport, and he sighed. Theirs was an emotional rollercoaster of sorts, although it seemed to him that this rollercoaster kept descending into the depths recently. Kingkong wondered about her, their future, his would be career and life in general, and tried looking into the future once again, this time with the aid of a windscreen. Still, nothing. Except for moving trees, retreating landscape and a control tower that was growing in size each time the car surged ahead. The airport. The route to a enjoyable getaway was beckoning to him. Paradise. Beach. Blue skies. Sun. Fun. Appease girlfriend. Shopping. Food. Massage. Angry girlfriend.

The first thing Kingkong did when he got off the car was..... to take his luggage, of course. After which he gave this wonderwoman of his a hug, and said "i'm sorry i've made you angry." And as he held her hand and walked past the automatic sliding doors, his smile widened, and he only thought of one word. Paradise.

Then came the inevitable parting with the missus, as the circle of nine, each lugging all their equipment, met up to check in. "Let's go!" Tinman said with a strange fire in his eyes, a mixture of excitement and nicotine craving. Kingkong waved goodbye to the missus, who smiled and disappeared into the crowd, as he turned and tried to clear the unecessary, troublesome bureaucratic procedures that would ensure him passage into the other world.

The wait was quite long, and the circle of nine stopped by a sushi store to grab some really quick bite, and did some book shopping (Iceban and Gnin), before they proceeded to the departure gate. Tinman eventually rejoined the group, lugging a carton of cigarettes, which Ayekay obliged with a certain degree of amusement and bewilderment, to safeguard the cigarettes for him. Tinman felt a sense of accomplished joy. He had, through this action of his, proved his resistance against his authoritarian parents, even though they were not there to witness it. He was a freedom fighter, against whose enemy was absent, and unaware of this act of rebellion. It was a secret rebellion. So hush, dear reader.


It did not take long for his joy to become multiplied, as well as for the joy of the guys in the group. They spotted a buxomy actress who was hot, and the talk of the town. Forna Shea. She was, and still might be, the wet dream for all men, pre pubescent and post vasectomy alike. Yes, oh yes the delicious Forna Shea was on board with the Circle of Nine, and Snakey suddenly got excited when the rest of the guys were talking about the magnitude of her ample assets.

Snakey: "Did you see? Was it big?"
Same Same: "No, couldn't see."
Snakey: "Argh."

Kingkong swore he could see a spark flying out from DragonLady's eye.

Then the conversation went on to a conspiracy theory.
Gnin: "She must be visiting her lover."
DragonLady: "Ya, otherwise why would an actress like her fly on a budget airline?"
Tinman(with an evil laugh): " To keep a low profile, of course. But little did she expect that people like us would notice. Muhahahaha."


And for the first time in his life, Kingkong wondered if Tinman and Ayekay were suffering from incontinence. Their frequent forays to the lavatory, he later realised, were ploys to just take a sneak peek at their eye candy, Forna Shea, and her eyebrow raising assets.

The Circle of Nine were finally on their way to Bangkok, leaving leaving, left on a jetplane. Make that a budget airplane.