Airplanes in the night.

HELLO, I KNOW WEI TING IS READING THIS!

Okay, maybe not, cuz I blogged after I asked her to read. LOL.

BUT THEN AGAIN, it’s nice to know that we have a NEW reader! Who is a non-cat somemore! Isn’t it amazing?!

(Eh, I realized she just went offline lah. So she isn’t reading this!?! How can like that?!)

I have nothing much to blog about actually. I got pang-sehed by a student today, and since it was only 15dollars, I let it go. I will pang-seh you back. YOU JUST WAIT. But thanks to him, my blood pressure needn’t rise and my chance of getting coronary heart disease is almost halved. Today was a tiring day for some reason. I guess it was because we sent Veron off last night.

It wasn’t a very sad farewell kind of thing. I don’t think it’s because we aren’t close enough to feel sad, but because the mood wasn’t that sad. I salute her for putting up such a strong front till the last moment. She’s a really strong girl. I was thinking to myself, on the way to the airport, just how much courage does one need to be able to give up everything here in Singapore and start (almost) afresh in another island 3925miles (about 6316km—I googled this, don’t think I anyhow type one random number hor) away from the land she lived in for close to two decades. And I watched a plane fly over my 855. I thought about another friend of mine who migrated to New Zealand a couple of years ago. She had her family with her at the very least. It was sad, but it wasn’t as scary because you are not alone.

But for her case, it’s a different story. How many of us can actually be like her? Daring to dream. Daring to do what she dreams.

Goodbyes are never easy to say (sounds awkward. LOL.), but we had to say it anyway. I sincerely wish her the very best. Who knows, I may muster enough courage to throw myself in foreign land one day. And I will definitely go to the University of Michigan and see Phelps swim (NOT PUFF DRUGS KAY YOU EVIL PEOPLE STOP HARPING ON IT HE’S GONNA CHANGE.)

Oh, I wanna go to the airport one day and look at angmohs. Hopefully I can find one that looks like Phelps. HAHA.

Yes. And I’ll end this not-too-long and not-too-short post.

MOF2 insists she hasn’t lost her passion.

“Burning passion, moving hearts.”
-MOF1=)