o rangesol e''

hmph. THREE clinics. before i could get the jab. wahh really so popular eh. hmph. so scary leh. the clinic nvr go before de. hmm. but the doctor is quite friendly lah. and at least its nt painful. (:

haha watched this bit of shenhua with yj. hilarious eh. haha. yay gt new shows new movies. holidays are paCked. packed. seriously. breathing space NEEDED.

btw. i finished my flying bk. in two days. PROUD eh* the ending is super nice. luv the ending. hmm. shall quote frm the bk ah.

as the airfraft automatically begins executing an 18 degree left turn, lining itself up with route 160, they slowly face into the sun and the sun, not much higher in the sky than the aircraft - a burning ball an opened hand's width above the horizon from where they are currently positioned - flips straight into the flight deck, this great wash of light, rendering for an instant all the screens unreadable and turning everything to gold, themselves included, as if they've suddenly been set in amber, but still banking this solid ageless golden light quickly eases as they shift round some more and the sun begins for the first time on what was the shady side of the aircraft, leaving the formerly sunny side suddenly dimmed with shadow shreaking down the fuselage, and cutting across the cockpit at less intense, more oblique angle, and with light now seemingly being sucked back outside, clearing instruments, making every screen and dial distinct once more...

the way the darkness at the edges of the screen envelops the information

night sky appears much brighter and he sees his first clear stars of the evening, looking east, and his eyes slowly grow acccustomed to the outside, he sees more stars and clusters, hints of constellations, as if he's watching the stars rise, as if the stars are only just beginning to arc over the aircraft and fill the sky and the sky suddenly becoming another dimension, another world. he loves flying at night. the feeling of being sucked deeper and deeper into the Milky Way, seemingly having left the earth's atmosphere, and everything to do with his former life - the beginning of freedom, of boundless possiblity

the sense of infinity

how far aviation has come, there are exactly 365 switches, as opposed to the earlier models of this aircraft which had almost treble that number.

reference to cyclical nature of life, a switch for everyday of the year

your sense of schoolboy molarity, the naivety, you'll grow out of it. one day you'll see that not everything is fair, that the world doesnt neatly divide into what's right and wrong. most of us live in this sort of grey area, just trying to get by, trying not to make too many mistakes

way above winding Thames and rapidly enlarging roads and estates and business parks of west London, the runway lights of Heathrow dead ahead, so he's staring at this clear, endless sky, he can almost feel it in his stomach, like an ache, like nothing and everything, with the sun now rising behind them, with this fiery glow catching the forward rim of his side window and sprinkling the pane with sunrise, wanting this very oment to go on forever, endlessly also. wanting everything to remain exactly how it is, with everything still possible. never wanting to land. Numbed

And here the story ends...

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