When i'm on the plane i keep thinking about those crazy plane crashes that i've watched on tv and i remember the first time when i'm on a plane, i got sick and puke.
But i still love flying![]()

When i'm on the plane i keep thinking about those crazy plane crashes that i've watched on tv and i remember the first time when i'm on a plane, i got sick and puke.
But i still love flying![]()
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I love flying
I'm learning to fly with my schools RAF at the moment, and last time I flew (which was about a month ago) I was taught how to control acrobatics such as barrel rolls etc
Really cool how we went into 3G and negative G aswell![]()
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I can't stand flying. I can't look out the window unless it's a night flight. And yet I've been on four planes in the last month due to work.
I quite like it, I loved it the first time I went on a plane but that was probably cause of how excited I was about it. I don't really like taking off but I love landing![]()
Oh dear, you don't want to hear the story about my trip to the toilet on a plane when I was 10 haha.
I'm not fussed over flying; I neither love it nor hate it, pretty indifferent towards it.
That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
No, please. I do want to hear it. I like stories involving toilet misfortunes. They're my favourite.
Love it, if you've got good movies to watch or a book to read or good seats and you can actually sleep it's enjoyable.
I went Thailand 4 times this year, 12 hours each way. Only two planes (both going) had on screen entertainment where I could watch movies so the rest of the flights I was playing games on my phone or sleeping.
That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it cause we consider these minutes golden.
I love flying generally... but a 12.5 hour flight without any personal tvs does your head in after a while.....
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Well I didn't go to the toilet before we left (I was 11 at the time) nor in the airport, when we were on the plane I suddenly needed a number 2 desperately, and me having no common sense, decided to go to the toilet rather than wait it out. It was a long one, with a queue forming down the aisle with the air hostess eventually opening the door herself just as I was washing my hands. It was a walk of shame back to my seat.
That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish
Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
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