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finally a day that i can rest. wed is usually gym/run day. but i've decided to rest after a loonggg satsunmontue of good and intense games/ activities/ trngs.
God bless my legs and back.



Higher maths exam on fri. and The M11 paper on tues.

not that worried for the paper on fri coz i always loved maths. and yea, looking at the amt of hints we've gotten, its really hard not to pass. not saying tt i'm smart, but if u looked at the questions hints we're getting............ yea.
hahas. so now, its just M11 studying. quite done with the mechanical, now focusing on the avionics part.



and so..
ytd, after trng, as i sat on the track and took off my boots, i was really tired. the surrounding was quiet.
i looked up at the sky and saw a plane fly by, and another one quite soon after.


... the nav lights blinking.
... the sound of the engines allowing the plane to hover across the moon-lit sky like that.
altogether. re-mixed with those little blinking linearly flying flights against the night sky with faint shining starts being watermarked by clouds.



and i realized that i've been away from a plane for quite some time alrdy. its kinda weird coz i'm actually having those fuzzy mixed feelings, and secretly missing those seemingly life-less planes. its weird because as i looked at how it roared across the quiet sky, i just felt so once-attached to it. i still am, but just physically distant. for now that is.


sucha hugeass vehicle but she just needs delicate care and to some extent, intricate maintenance.
humble. yet magnificent.
so dependent. yet so reliant.

honestly, i've never expected myself to grown such feelings for anything so mechnical and man-made... plain ol' machinery; and i guess the 1 month OJT did have an impact. it did assured me of certain things in life. what i wanted. what i didn't want.
i really miss the airside at changi. ups and downs, good and bad, everything.
the people. the smiles.
the suave pilots and esp that thai airasia female pilot.
the lunch breaks. the time singing to Kiss 92 FM in the van.
the heavy rain with useless window wipers.
the cold nights alone with the planes. the sunrise with its awakening morng dew.
the sights and sounds.




idk but its all so mixed inside.
so mixed. but yet with confidence.





its March alrdy.
and its soon going to be that time i start thinking about these annual stuff.
if i eventually do again, i hope that its just because its habitual / routine and not intended.
for i can safely say (even with more assurance this time round), that i've learnt to let go of the baggages that's not going to help you move on in life as a happy, carefree and focused person.
u know, its like jettisoning fuel to meet the MLW (max landing weight) so u dont land heavily and secretly cause stress fractures and undetected devasting demages which can eventually prove to be the detrimental causes.




slowly, but surely in faith.



giving it all up to allow space for more.
not letting ur thoughts run wild.
keepin' em safe and sound.


soon and very soon, i'm goona be back on the ground.
more realistic this time round.
and i shall model the attitude of an airplane.

an airplane takes off against the wind,

not with it.  

(: