The Ground Temperature Is...

It was a pretty cold day, like the coldest or something for this season. It was alright I s'pose, at least it was dry and the air was nice and crisp. So I came home with the promise of calling a friend back, and we ended up talking for almost two hours, all the while talking shit and chain smoking and guzzling Choya. And after ending the call and knocking back more than half a bottle of the wine, I bought a ticket online to fly home in December! I paid shitloads for it, but it's inevitable, since I could tell that dad really wanted me to go home and for the most part, it also serves as a measure to curb whatever shit feelings I might be having (or soon to have) as going home is always a comforting and welcoming idea. I also got the news that a friend from way back is joining me in NYC, how cool is that? That's like the best piece of news I have recieved the whole week.

With the recent hunting for tickets and all, I came across heaps of airport codes. It allows me to get in touch with my fascination with all things related to airplanes and airports and all that, which I have sorta left behind for a while now. I remember how I used to go all the way to the airport (be it here or back home) just to watch planes taking off and landing, and I especially love the former. It's just so amazing! Also, I could sit at home for ages even just checking flight info on teletext and getting all amused and excited seeing the airline and airport codes (particularly late at night when there are heaps of flights leaving for what seemed like exotic destinations to me), and at the same time, daydreaming about myself leaving on one of those flights (a few all-time faves being Paris-CDG, Copenhagen, Rome, Osaka-Kansai and Chicago O'Hare and several more, 'cos they have such a nice ring to them!). I s'pose I sound like a complete dork but that was how fascinated I was and how much I could amuse myself with all that stuff. I don't know what got me out of it and why I sorta lost it these coupla years. Maybe because I have travalled much more since then or it may be due to that fact that I am well away from home now. But I s'pose I am being reminded of it now and I am all ready to get in touch with it as well. I will make it a point to do some plane-watching soon.

I still remember what got me through the SIA interview (not that it was such a big deal) but anyway, when asked why I would want to be a crew member, I answered as truthfully as possible by saying "I get fascinated by airports and all and I want to land into as many as I could in my lifetime and by travelling to different cities, I get to be exposed to more books, movies and music and my life if all about books, movies and music." Oh well, that was a kinda dorky answer as well but I was (and still am) pretty proud to have said that 'cos I was so damn truthful!

Been listening to a fair bit of Jason Mraz and Nouvelle Vague lately. The latter gives me a smilar feeling to when I watch Sex and The City (which I did a coupla re-runs recently). It always leaves me feeling light spirited and all but at the same time, a tad pensive and in a hopelessly romantic mood too.

And speaking of TV show, I have been doing a fair bit of new episodes of Six Feet Under and I can never get enough of it! The great plot, excellent acting, the flawed yet intriguing characters, the dry yet witty humour and the great lines they deliver. I know I am gonna miss it when it concludes this season, as much as I do for Sex and The City (and The X-files too, for a while).

I s'pose it will be fun to re-watch all these shows on DVDs, like a good several hours straight. Maybe I will do that during my vacation home, since I can hardly afford the time to do so now. Also, while I am home and away from this city, it will be a good chance for me to step back and reflect on the year that I have had and all the crazy and sticky events/emotions I get caught up with. Oh yes, from next week onwards, there will be one more thing for me to face up to and to probably leave behind. I hate to sound so dejected but afterall, I just have to accept it and move on, no?

And maybe, suddenly, it doesn't seem so hard to say it's alright.