dear diary, today i had my first plane ride.

so this is my first blog entry written here in singapore.

today i had my first plane ride. i was giddy and all excited, like a preschooler having her field trip. i think i got too overwhelmed that some passengers looked my way when i exclaimed "wow" and "ang nice" many times over. plus, i got the best seat. by the window!

i liked the taking off part. the rising. i even liked the deafening sensation. somehow, it indicated that i'm reaching a different kind of height. unknown. risky. so beyond my reach.

then i liked the part when we're already in the air. afloat. moving. reaching higher even. i took the time to marvel at the beautiful view, the sea and mountain of clouds.

but what i liked best was the landing part, the part when the engine quiets. i don't know, but there is something about the downward falling sensation that i enjoyed best. it felt as if i'm coming home after lingering above.

i think life is like that. you reach heights, but it is the falling that makes you look forward excitedly, or sometimes impatiently, to the time when you have to go down and settle, finally, at last, at long last.