"I see you blogged about our conversation on pork barrel," my friend said, via Skype text while on a transatlantic flight from London to New York.
Thank goodness for WiFi in the sky being back on track again.
I once was a very avid user of inflight WiFi until it was unitarily yanked out of flights. I'm so glad airlines are bringing it back on again.
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ONLINE SHOPPING ALL THE WAY TO NEW YORK
I used to spend a good part of that 14-hour flight from Tokyo's Narita Airport to New York's JFK shopping for books and DVDs on Amazon.com.
It took my mind off the long trip and I was able to do something useful at the same time.
Then I'd have everything delivered to my hotel, right from the comfort of my airplane seat.
TWO WEEKS OF STEAK IN MANHATTAN
I would stay in New York for about two weeks, and the suite I used to get came with a proper kitchen and a dining room with a view.
So one of the joys of life was cooking for friends in New York.
Or more accurately, bringing home half of my dry aged steak from some nice Manhattan restaurant every evening, and then making garlic rice and refrying my steak for breakfast the next day.
This was real bliss.
GARLIC RICE AND STEAK EVERY MORNING IN NEW YORK
I had a dry aged steak practically every night in New York, and so I had this steak and garlic rice breakfast almost every morning as well.
Just thinking about it now brings back so many nice memories of New York for me.
But I digress.
TEXTING FROM LONDON TO ASIA
ON A FLIGHT TO NEW YORK
This memory came up because my friend -- the same one who has been ranting and raving about the evils of pork barrel and the institutionalized corruption in the Philippines -- was exchanging text messages with me on his flight from London to New York.
That got me remembering my many trips to New York, and how I haven't been in such a long time.
Anyway, to his message, I replied: "I hope it doesn't get you into trouble. I tried to be really vague about your identity."
I always write about a couple of friends, actually, because their conversations are either just so hilarious or so interesting.
But I intentionally give few personal details so that I can blog about what we talk about while keeping their privacy.
At least one of them says he's been asked by a lot of friends "if he's the guy in the blog."
But a lot of my friends get asked that same thing, so I told him not to over-think it.
This guy replied, with the big sigh -- that same sigh he does every time he makes a cameo appearance in this blog: "You're the only one who still thinks people don't know who you're referring to."
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BEING AN ANGEL
Coincidentally, this friend and I had a really funny conversation the other day about how to accurately measure someone's affections. Go figure.
I was so tempted to blog about it, but I decided to be good even if it was such a hilarious exchange.
AT LEAST SOMEONE LIKES THE ATTENTION
On the contrary, this friend in New York seemed more amused about making a cameo role in this blog, especially as this means he gets a wider audience for his political rantings.
"Nice entry, actually," he said to me. "I enjoyed reading about myself. Now I hope that everyone who read it realizes how this issue should be kept alive until bigger fish than Napoles are put in jail. This is way beyond her."
Then he asked: "What are you doing for the next four hours?"
IS THIS A DINNER INVITATION?
Was he going to ask me to an impromptu dinner or something, I thought.
But I knew this was impossible since he was in First Class on a plane between London and New York.
Maybe he'd sent me something by Fedex and he wanted me to wait up for it.
IS HE ORDERING ME A PIZZA?
Or maybe he'd ordered me a delivery pizza online.
Anyway, to keep things simple, I just said: "Nothing much."
Of course. It was late at night and time to sleep.
Then he said: "Good. Keep me company all the way to New York."
So thanks to WiFi in the sky, we kept talking halfway across the world, until his plane landed in New York. We literally talked across the Atlantic, about the evils of pork barrel.
And just a little bit about my never-ending, and never-endingly eventful Travelife.
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