I am no fan of flying. Hate to admit but yes, I am afraid of flying. According to some research, this is not strange or abnormal and there's between a third and half of Americans who shared the same fear. Mine is a mild one, I do get a bit of panic and this is due to my aviophobic though from what I read in one blog; the understanding on the cause of what triggers the fear of flying is not because of horrific imagination but the insufficient ability to regulate feelings when facing uncertainty. Quote Capt Tom Bunn.
Thank God by the time I finished all the interviews, I was able to catch the night flight back (I hate day flight) and was seated near to the wing which somehow calmed me up. The little tiny gleams from above that looked like twinkling Christmas lights was beautiful. Joyful things I appreciate about night flights. My first time landing at the newly furbished Subang Skypark, I have to say it will be my favorite from now on. And I wouldn't mind considering Firefly again just because I want to land in Skypark. There were barely people around and holiday spirit was in the air.
Somehow I fancy airports. They provide me the indescribable feeling of freedom. Its exactly how I feel about this place. People going away, people coming home. People who waits for their loved ones, the sense of belonging. Yes, the sense of belonging - to someone, to a place and the feeling that your whole existence in this world actually does worth something.You know the movie The Terminal? Life is waiting, the tagline says. And life to me is all about being free, from all those 'choked-me-to-death' sentiments.
I do not know if all these make sense to you or otherwise, but all I know is I like having the sense of liberty. You know how sometimes you would cringe whenever you walk by a certain restaurant that reminds you of a certain unwanted memoir? I can only feel happiness whenever I go to airports. That's perhaps the best part of it. No ill feelings cause I feel free from any 'choked-me-to-death' sentiments. Cheesy as it sounds, I had 'Dreams' by Priscilla Ahn in my head when I touched down.
It was 9pm when I arrived from Penang and I was a bit wasted by all the interviews. As I was walking out, I saw a 6ft 2inch dude holding out a huge cardboard stating 'My Wife' with hearts around it, grinned at me. That's the kind of happy ending I want after a long, panicky day - coming home to the man who loves me - not too obsessive but not leaving me absent, and makes me feel that I freely belong.
This dude made everyone of the flight FY2095 smiled that night.
Thank God by the time I finished all the interviews, I was able to catch the night flight back (I hate day flight) and was seated near to the wing which somehow calmed me up. The little tiny gleams from above that looked like twinkling Christmas lights was beautiful. Joyful things I appreciate about night flights. My first time landing at the newly furbished Subang Skypark, I have to say it will be my favorite from now on. And I wouldn't mind considering Firefly again just because I want to land in Skypark. There were barely people around and holiday spirit was in the air.
Somehow I fancy airports. They provide me the indescribable feeling of freedom. Its exactly how I feel about this place. People going away, people coming home. People who waits for their loved ones, the sense of belonging. Yes, the sense of belonging - to someone, to a place and the feeling that your whole existence in this world actually does worth something.You know the movie The Terminal? Life is waiting, the tagline says. And life to me is all about being free, from all those 'choked-me-to-death' sentiments.
I do not know if all these make sense to you or otherwise, but all I know is I like having the sense of liberty. You know how sometimes you would cringe whenever you walk by a certain restaurant that reminds you of a certain unwanted memoir? I can only feel happiness whenever I go to airports. That's perhaps the best part of it. No ill feelings cause I feel free from any 'choked-me-to-death' sentiments. Cheesy as it sounds, I had 'Dreams' by Priscilla Ahn in my head when I touched down.
It was 9pm when I arrived from Penang and I was a bit wasted by all the interviews. As I was walking out, I saw a 6ft 2inch dude holding out a huge cardboard stating 'My Wife' with hearts around it, grinned at me. That's the kind of happy ending I want after a long, panicky day - coming home to the man who loves me - not too obsessive but not leaving me absent, and makes me feel that I freely belong.
This dude made everyone of the flight FY2095 smiled that night.
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