Flight notes

(7:25 a.m. EST)

Despite the engine's soothing humming, i am having trouble falling back to sleep.

When we were taking off, I thought, this is it, the much-dreaded flight, the scary 15 hours to come (while I could barely make a 20-min car ride).

The upgrade is worth it.

According to the real-time flight tracker, we are no longer over the Anarctica but somewhere near northeast Russia. Almost half way, and some 34,000 feet/10,363 meter up in the air.

Outside, it fluctuates between -80 to -75 F. Far beneath us, there seem to be endless rolling hills. Some land of ice, snow, or whiteness. Well, whiteness in the dusk, though.

Whether it is -80 or -75F, it sounds like a region of temperatures we human beings certainly wouldn't feel like being exposed to, since we'd die of hyperthermia within ten minutes.

So let's not get exposed, please. Thank you, Mr. Captain.

(10:09 a.m. EST)

Over the Sea of Okhotsk. A name I've only heard of in geography class. The exoticness.

Six more hours to go. Fav music mode = one song repeat. And onto the next one.

Dozing off. On and off. Between brief, dimmed sparks of consciousness and the far, far-away land.

All of you, please guard New York till we get back. We will take the next shift.

(12:20 pm EST)

Incredible stunt in Premium Rush. Do bike couriers really ride like that?

Four more hours.

(1:00 pm EST)

What would I be doing today? Therapy, and more data, probably. I am used to the pattern now; breaking the pattern contributes to my insecurity.

Currently playing: Paula Cole's debut album, This Fire. Paula, I need the energy in your anger.

(2:30 pm EST)

I wonder what the girls are doing. We are so far away from you two now.

(3:40 pm EST)

Will be descending soon. Hello Taiwan, we are back.

A pause

Too much i can't breathe.

...tombe pour vous

Peut-être.

Day 54 (Normal Day 2)

Rehabbing. Am i seeing some dim light at the end of the tunnel?

Reality and beyond...

Nova Scotia--you are on my map. You and AR.

Way of life

Stretch. Relax. Let go.

Resolution 2012

Es hora de seguir adelante.

Resuming...

Une pause de cinq mois et je suis de nouveau sous ton charme. Peut-être que je ne vous ai pas oublié.

One quiet night

TB/AR...vous me manques beaucoup...

Epiphany of the day

If it's at least one cup of milk per serving, then milk allergy could be the answer!

The main pre-move activity

Can't say i am not enjoying the mental (and physical) sorting and organizing at all. It's interesting how human beings categorize differently.

Attention seeker

Hmm...can't help baring it all huh? You must be extremely lonely.

Summer twist

Unseasonably cool, but tremendously appreciated. Gotta love these days!

Hate to tell you this but...

Well, i guess you can't force it--the heart wants what the heart wants.

Painful realization

i can't agree more with T.G. that, although saddening, the MI/DB parting "has run its natural course." That said, i am struggling to see whether it was the missing common grounds, or the ever-unfulfilled expectation. But M., whatever the answer is, my heart still aches for you...

Sunday afternoon

The distant Damn Yankees beyond the humming of the air-conditioner. The tipsiness that's coming too strong. Way too strong. The room dancing. The warmer-than-usual cheeks. Maybe flushed. Definitely Hot.

And you, S. Sexy as hell, and as ever. Yes. Spinning, spinning all around you.

(Sigh)

Entering a phase of endless manual paper shredding/tearing...

Another update?

Can't believe July 2012 opens with a few unexpected turns and opportunities. Blooming! Funny that this is not even my birth month but yours.

Overwhelming, but certainly not overwhelmed :-)

Desperately

...in need of a halt.

Must learn to embrace uncertainty, and perhaps the fact that the luster is tapering off. Huit et ensuite neuf.

Already crushed by the fast train and the first-person heartbrokenness. Mais oui, j'ai besoin de se défouler...et vous devez être fort.

KR #7

Crashed...and burnt.

Let it be you

Where is it next, we wonder?

...no drifting. The dawn of all dreams. i feel like grasping the exact moment when Shopgirl cries, "I wanted it to be you...I wanted it to be you so badly!"

¡Pobrecita!

Ha sido una semana de su corazón solitario y sus lágrimas silenciosas...es el momento de decir adiós... ¡Un verdadero adiós!

Trop beau pour être vrai

Oui, c'est déjà presque fini...(mais je sais qu'il est un peu trop tôt pour célébrer)!

Status update

Revision, triceps, revision, triceps...what an inconceivable duo.

The resistance

i may go nuts once in a while these days, but you see, D., you are still not the center of my universe. You never will be :-)

Always "Black"

PJ20!

My way of headless following :-)
/watch?v=pOM-h-bCHVA&ob=av2n

Current status

Entangled, but i so want to be spinning...

On K. S. and B. W.

i have an urge to draw a heart with "FOREVER" marked in it, add a vertical line through the middle, and then write down K. S. and B. W. on either side of the line - as if a trick like this would actually prevent all of us (yes, "us") from the possibility of a someday that once was a heavy heartbreak. (The lid was pulled off too soon, so the steam is now gone. What's to rekindle? Unless...)

Authors are not gods but story-tellers, that part i am well aware of, but it is very unlikely that we can deny that authors OWN the story. They can have it their way - however they want it developed, or most importantly, ended.

i say, if that much dreaded someday did come, i would, i definitely would put up a fight. In my own way.

"You"

Well, sometimes i wonder if "you" being a different pronoun from "I" or "she" or "they" is a conspiracy of the language itself. No gender indicated, unclear singularity/plurality - "you" is a master of disguise all right :-)

Frankly...

i know this is really n.o.m.b., but none of whatever you are doing now will "fill the emptiness." Been there, done that. All the charade doesn't mean that you've moved on, but you got time...you'll get there.

About "Linspirational"

So...with the Knicks' 7th win and now back to .500 - the lesson is you need to be a better version of yourself each and every day!

Okay...

i really think i may have blown it...if there is a next step, i will be very surprised. Damn!

Worst case scenario

So what? Just deal with it!

To January 14, 2012

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." - Martin Luther King Jr.

80's music always!

You are flying in half an hour, and won't be around for a while. i know my 80's music will fill the emptiness - let the music start!

Hohoho, at this very moment, it's Milli Vanilli and "Blame it on the rain." It's just like the old days, with me and my music 

Make no mistake

You don't own your children and their thoughts, and most certainly not mine. You come here and provoke a fight, i will stand my ground.

(R.W. was so right when he made the statement, "Some water is thicker than blood.")