As I sit in my seat and take a look around, everything seems normal. New carrier, new faces, but same old same old. People just bore me most of the time at times. I prefer inanimate objects actually because they don’t annoy me, they don’t go for ‘masquerade parties’, and their beauty is as simple as day to see. In my opinion, people are much more complicated but ironically, much more boring at the same time.

I read my book until the plane starts moving and for once in all my life, I decide to look out the window. I feel the bumpy movement of the carrier that gradually accelerates and with a jolt I feel my whole body rising higher and higher along with the hundreds of other passengers aboard. The small ‘free fall’ moments remind me of Ocean Park’s pirate ship, albeit on a much smaller and less scarier scale. And I begin to think back to that day, of all the rides I was forced onto and how much cowardly howling filled the air partly thanks to my contribution. I am thinking about Disneyland and the ”It’s a Small World” ride that I liked. The ice-cream that tasted so good only because I was eating it in Disneyland. The really ugly Jay Chou wax figurine at Madam Tussaud’s. Yao Ming towering over me with the top of my head not even touching his fake armpit hair. -__- The prayers and words that left me even more clueless than I was before. The best pizza I had ever tasted at Taiwan’s Shangrila hotel. The small family reunions. The countless temples. The first time I used a cigarette lighter. The little annoyances. The disappointment of not seeing the REAL Jay Chou in Taiwan =P

I can not stop thinking about these events as I recap and reflect on the happenings of the past. Yes, I am looking out but I’m not really seeing what I see. That tends to happen to me a lot, hence my really hard time remembering roads and directions haha. But the blue sky outside suddenly catches my eye. At first I think it’s because of the magnificent feeling of soaring above the world on a plane and the fact that I can see scattered pretty, white clouds over HK island. I soon realise it is more than that, because I see not only the blue in the sky but also the blue reflected in the vast sea below. Through my oval-shaped window I see two screens of blue literally connected to each other with no boundary between them. Sea and Sky as one. I also begin to see scattered little islands of black across the Sea, but I realise that if I remove my thoughts about the Sky having white clouds and the Sea having black islands, all I see is a single sheet of blue full of black and white shapes. I can wish to see the sheet as a Sea if I like, but I prefer to see it as a whole Sky. So I pretend that it is completely normal to have black and white clouds in the sky, and black clouds do not mean it’s going to rain. They just add to the beauty of it all. And I pretend that the little boats down there are actually flying towards the clouds instead of moving towards another island down below. A moving picture I see with only me, stagnant. In my lonely carrier towards, nowhere.

The air stewardess taps on my shoulder and hands me a set of headphones. Off I go to watch “Shakespeare In Love” as in-flight entertainment. When I touch ground again, I will be back in harsh reality once more.