PROBABLY
the only anticipation i have is A380!
2 more months, i can be onboard, ii love the cutesy aircraft meals, where once i glimpsed upon a dark ocean of stars bejewelled, somewhere over the MiddleEast..
2 entire months more. Just 2 more to go, AY.


1/10/09
It is depressing flipping through the papers, like an article i have come across, the author commented that the newspapers reflect mainly the tragedies and unfortunate encounters, of sins and crimes and calamities.
This morning, on 3 consecutive pages of newspapers were that of the Sumatran Earthquake, Samoan Island Tsunami, followed by typhoon Morakot in the Philippines. It is a fact that these disasters are surfacing simultaneously, or even in conjunction with each other, preceding the warnings of global warming, rising temperatures, blahblah... everyone's daily bread news.
You know what? I brought my own recyclable bag to NTUC with mum to shop. It was a great achievement for me, if it seems like a trivial act to you... For i had to muster courage and determination to really pick up the flimsy, inconspicuous bag from behind the door collecting dust, out. I'm very proud of that.
I felt the tremors, on both days, i alerted mum immediately that there was an eathquake, and my nose soured. Teardrops exuded. I wonder how i would cope if i were really at the scene in Padang, Indonesia. It would have been the end of the world for me.

It has been my wish to be a volunteer for RedCross after A levels. But there's an issue hindering me. I cannot take in the sorrows the way they are. Reading the papers, of all the people perished and those still unaccouunted for, i felt sick, and i felt like a weakling reading the papers. Because i am scared. I have a phobia of death, I will cry, seeing the villagers wail in despair. I will fall and cry with them.
I doubt my capability very much in having to overcome this obstacle. But i will try.

I wished the world would stop moving, to let the deprived, grief; give others a chance to grasp the simplicity nature bestows. And allow the living to reflect on their actions and goals.

I live, not to regret.