I walk down the aisle. On the plane. Squeeze past the Chinese nationals standing in the middle of the aisle playing cards. These guys are resilient. Set the twelve plagues upon China and it won't even change their habits.
I reach the exit. It's locked but the instructions are printed red on the door. It doesn't help my compulsions. I unlock the door, cabin pressure and air masks drop. The plane tips and swerves to one side due to physical forces I do not understand. Passengers scream in their panic, serves them right for not buckling up. I look around at the silly fools, 'We're all going to die anyway. So why not go with a bang?' I smile and jump out into the sea of golden ripples.
My hands become clammy and my legs wobbly. With great effort, I control my compulsion. I don't think I'd ever skydive. Bungee jumping's still my record. I could never bring myself to jump out of a plane. Speaking of which, I could never be a dad, I'm just too selfish.
I wonder if Jeen did it over the sea? Do chances of survival increase if you skydive over the sea? I must ask her over coffee. It's funny how out of all my exes (which don't really number that many), she's the one I'm still on talking terms with.
Stupid Chinese man. The seatbelt sign has been switched on ages ago. The plane is beginning its descent. And what does he decide to do? Stand up, open the overhead compartment and starts fiddling with whatever it is he's fiddling with. Then sits down without bothering to shut the compartment until other passengers shout at him. I mean, is it disregard for the rules, or taking flight safety for granted, or it is just plain ignorance (which is really a euphemism - it's the best I can do)? Or am I just being too judgemental?
Touch down and I'm ?home? But am I truly home?
I reach the exit. It's locked but the instructions are printed red on the door. It doesn't help my compulsions. I unlock the door, cabin pressure and air masks drop. The plane tips and swerves to one side due to physical forces I do not understand. Passengers scream in their panic, serves them right for not buckling up. I look around at the silly fools, 'We're all going to die anyway. So why not go with a bang?' I smile and jump out into the sea of golden ripples.
My hands become clammy and my legs wobbly. With great effort, I control my compulsion. I don't think I'd ever skydive. Bungee jumping's still my record. I could never bring myself to jump out of a plane. Speaking of which, I could never be a dad, I'm just too selfish.
I wonder if Jeen did it over the sea? Do chances of survival increase if you skydive over the sea? I must ask her over coffee. It's funny how out of all my exes (which don't really number that many), she's the one I'm still on talking terms with.
Stupid Chinese man. The seatbelt sign has been switched on ages ago. The plane is beginning its descent. And what does he decide to do? Stand up, open the overhead compartment and starts fiddling with whatever it is he's fiddling with. Then sits down without bothering to shut the compartment until other passengers shout at him. I mean, is it disregard for the rules, or taking flight safety for granted, or it is just plain ignorance (which is really a euphemism - it's the best I can do)? Or am I just being too judgemental?
Touch down and I'm ?home? But am I truly home?
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Welcome home! And enjoy your time back in KL haha
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