Not Off the Limit

People may think I’m crazy but I’ve always fantasized whenever I’m on a plane that I’m heading to a place I can’t even pronounce but I had no illusion about how much I have on my pocket. Well, the lack of money has never stopped the truly determined person to reach his dreams, right.

Anyway, for the past forty eight hours, my life has been a straight researcher. I woke up in the morning, after eating, I opened the CPU, connect to the internet and then start typing jumbled words, numbers and even phrases to find good result. Because I’m not pleased, I went to Mr. Encyclopedia and to other information bank. I walked my hands, pages to pages, on fact lists and I found nothing nice. Excluding my thesis works, magnifying printed words in books and “googling” my birth date was really frustrating. Even Bing and Yahoo have the same web results.

I was so excited to know what happen within the twenty- four hours. I really want to discover what the day partially says about me or may relate about my personality. Well that was the first feeling I had but not after, after and after. The day on my birth date, January 18, 1988, a domestic airliner with engine trouble crashed near Chungking (SW China), killing all 108 people aboard. Obviously it was a drastic event and as I read and search the supporting information, either I get drowsy or two times drowsy. No reason to neither be excited about nor celebrate with… except of course on my personal reason. I do search people’s name that was born on the same date but their all not that familiar in general so I don’t waste much time on them. One thing I noticed, a common denominator that I don’t have, their all dead.

Hmm...the relevance, the first thing that puffed in my head was I just love to ride plane, travel as much as opportunity is present. I would not sacrifice today’s freedom for a future that will always uncertain after knowing the scary fact. Anyway I know it will not happen to me. I still want to see the world, plan for it and do it as soon as possible.

Ok, going back to the relevance thing, I don’t have a Chinese blood. I never been to China, so I can’t think of anything related more to the event. A close item I can share was I knew some Chinese young people, not just one but five. They were good friends of mine. I had a chance to met and worked with them last six months ago and anyhow I got little glimpse how China works and how it looks through our simple and “own made” sign language conversations. Recently when we chatted, I had a chance to asked one of them about the incident. The best part of the conversation was she even doesn’t know what the incident was. Really, always, she- they were helpful when they’re quite.

What else? I want to drive a motorbike like as if I’m flying. Though I have my father’s yes, my mother automatically opposes and I understand it clearly. Why, because I almost had a crash and she freak out when she saw it. I’m not that close to accident, right.

To be off is not my option. I will ride it again, one of these days.