planes

when i was younger, i remembered telling others that i love watching aeroplanes taking off. it has a theurapethic effect on me as i love the idea of flying in the wide vast skies and to the other parts of the world where i get to experience different cultures and food.

however, i felt different as i grew older.

i dread going to the airport as it means parting from your loved ones. i had that feeling since last yr and it has never stopped ever since then. sending everyone off was a heart pained moment but i guess, its part of life. people leave and go. they return just like how my ms blackie and michelle did after 4 months. *welcome back girls! am glad to have your presence felt in this sunny island!*

i always wonder if i get to leave this place, place that holds so much memories and loved ones. and before i get to, others were gone. soon, one by one is about to leave. people whom i held so dearly to for the past 22 yrs. i will never stop anyone from leaving cos i knew somewhere out there, there is a greener pasture for each and everyone of us. despite knowing that, i continued to irritate the rest and ask them not to leave for my own selfish purposes. eg, having someone so dear to me to accompany and chat with me during family activities. *Wink wink to my couz*

whatever it is, i wish them all the best and will always welcome them back to this homeland of ours. p.s. mayb watching aeroplanes arriving back to the airport would be a better idea than seeing them fly hur. hee:)