Double or nothing!

I said I would risk more in 2012.

Written during a delayed flight to SZ.

At the end of the day, when you have no access to good media to occupy more than two hours of idle time (AKA being stuck in a plane somewhere over China), grab a pen...and WRITE.
Nothing special on your mind?
WRITE ANYWAY.

I am an individual of many facets.
I pick my words carefully yet the sentence describes me to a perfect hilt.
I am a conscientious worker.
Some people have called me a workaholic, but that is debatable.
I may take painstakingly long hours and give only my best efforts to executing any task I do.
No halfway houses where I'm concerned.
According to my mom, I am (SADLY) not like many women, I am not a multitasker.
In fact, I am quite linear.
When I am working on something, I have to work to the point that I see my project in some semblance of completion before I am able to stop or conceptualize a new thing.
So when I work, I usually start with a to-do list.
And I do not leave my workstation or my laptop lesT I am confident that I see the end in my head.
I also prefer working alone.
I find I learn more that way.
I dislike teaming up and arguing with who does what and whatever else.
I simply want it done.
I would much rather do something from start to end on my own, with all the errors accountable to me.
This is when I work.


Yet, when I am not working, I am the laziest person I know.
I can lie an entire day just watching movies, surfing or reading half-finished articles one after the other.
I have my lazy days.
Lazyholic me is rare.
Maybe because the idea of inactivity is really something I avoid.
BUT!... my favorite facet is me in my playaholic mode.
All I can think of is jumpstarting fun in many unspeakable ways.
In a club???  Let's dance.
In a bar???  Let's drink.
Having buffet?  Let's eat!
Inciting all that fervor I possess in me which rarely comes out to play.
(Why?! Something to do with WORK QUALITY.)
Playtime with me can be too much to take.
When I was a lot younger, I was a thoroughbred Leo through and through.
Yet nowadays, my very youthful vibe appreciates quietude. 
My mom DESPITE MY ASTOUNDING MATURITY (hehe...) still dotes on me because she claims:
I still have my head in the clouds.
I am still too idealistic.
I still trust people too too much.
Maybe I am all these things, but these are traits that come the most naturally to me.
All my friends say I think like a child and my opinion of others is unbearably pure.
When has it been wrong to believe in the best of people?
Or to never settle for anything less than what I feel I deserve？
People think it's all about fun.
This being woman-on-top single forever bit.
Who da eff thinks it's easy to be single forever?
IT'S SOOOOOO NOT.
Because what I yearn for is love.
Love that begets passion.
Nothing to do with playing and having fun all the time.
I would give it all up for love and passion.

Normally I am very relaxed on planerides.
Not today.
First of all, the take-off and the 10 minutes that came after was an uneventful rollercoaster.
Second of all, this trip I go see about a boy.
Almost 5 months after a chance encounter and _________ conversation at the embassy.
Has it really been that long?
How had I managed to do this?
Me.
To have never seen him except that one time, and yet feel that I know him a little too well... more than I should.
It doesnt make sense, does it?
The idea is absurd, yet astoundingly true.
Technology, I must admit, paved a pivotal road.
A short and fun half-hour conversation.
One conversation.
Of two individuals.
A three-hour plane ride.
...five months too long.

And yet...here I am.
Taking a chance.