MY NEW BABY

 

I've always loved aircrafts. My first entry in my first diary was dedicated to a pilot and his machine when I was nine - I had a pilot in the family -. My first trip in a plane was in my mother's belly about to pop, my second on the way back home a few weeks after birth into this life. My first dream: to become an air force pilot. My favorite job: working for an airline. I see flying as the ultimate proof of human capability, and the proof that, when we put our mind to it, nothing can stop us. But this strange passion has its roots in the feeling of flying itself—the excitement as the bird rolls down the runway, the utter wonder as it lifts off like a magic carpet (a terribly heavy magic carpet).

I have never got to fly supersonic, but have kept the Concorde in the air all these years - tattooed on my shoulder - . Will I be able to fly in the next one? Doesn't she look something? fingers crossed... 

Clear skies and happy landings, beauty xx

안녕 !! oh... I have passed my third exam in Korean. Though my marks are going down, I will need to work harder from now on if I want a happy landing on that one ;) Still enjoying it immensely though. 

THE LAST SUMMER

 

Now I know why I let my hair down as if it was the last summer ever, in 2019— because it was :'(

Every night I dream of home. 

POINT OF NO RETURN

There is a point during takeoff when the pilot has no option but to go ahead, never mind if both engines are on fire. The point of no return, for real. The aircraft has gained enough speed for take-off and trying to do anything other is simply not viable.

My point of no return happened on an 18th of May, 1995 to be exact. Everything after that has been a slow descent into the abyss.
Some call it life.