I opened the window expecting it to be at least a little brighter outside than the pitch black world I saw moments before I had fallen asleep. No difference except it looked like we were plunging through a pitch black abyss. Looking at it for a while, it was an eyesore. My eyelids were tired and constrained. I felt like an animal in a cage waiting to get out. A very irritated animal in a very incarcerated cage.

At one point I had to use the bathroom, and do you realize the struggle just to get up? I mean I have to like maneuver past my brother, my mom and sister, and go along the isle without falling like an idiot due to light turbulence.

Also using those bathrooms are like a living nightmare. Its like when you flush, the freaking thing sounds like a demon thats going to suck you into a vortex that will slowly teleport you to a black hole of tenebrosity. Yeah. So I guess what you can get out of all of this is that, the flight experience was quite traumatizing for me. So I tried to fight it all off. With sleep. Good decision to because then I didn’t have to deal with the awful food and stuff.

I woke up like an hour or so before we were supposed to land, the clouds were lumpy and looked like someone tried to concentrate them with a leaf blower. But, in a way it looked gorgeous when the sun hit them at just the right angle, any punctures only reflecting the son on a nearby cloud. The curvaceous masses soon gave way to what was really below. I could sea the brilliant blue of the sea, the ripples dancing in the sun like dryads. There movements consistent, yet sure. Boats sailed along the mollifyingly pulsing sea, some in groups, some secluded. It reminded me of when I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium when I was younger. There was this one area where all there was, was this massive tank taking up the entire wall. I stood in front of that thing in awe for at least twenty minutes just staring at all the peculiar corals. I was so overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. Yet what I really started to notice was the diverse amount of fish in one area. More specifically their actions. Their behavior towards any other form or species, even by the slightest difference made them stay away.

Those boats were just as I described. In schools with who they were familiar with, or secluded. Their own species. I honestly don’t know why I was so absorbed into this. I guess I just found it like a undifferentiated thats all. I soon started to see land below, well small islands. They were lush and green until I saw the ones near Hong Kong. There were regions pullulating with green. Verdant and ambrosial in my eyes. I liked it. It had no buildings, no domiciles housing humans as far as the eye could be able to see. It was raw. Something I don’t think was seen for a while. Well at least since the late nineteenth century in my opinion.

Hong Kong was approaching, the plane was going a little too slow for my liking. None of the movies satisfied me as much since most were just dramas with histrionic scenes and no plot line. We finally started going down, bit by bit, making my stomach do flips that I did not enjoy. It felt like a butterfly world war was going on in there. Hong Kong was like looking at a shipping container filled with various colored boxes of cargo, discrete sizes and shapes. It looked intimidating to me, sure. I mean me, I tiny little minuscule in a concrete rain forest like Hong Kong.

It reminded me of Singapore actually. I mean it is buildings mostly. I love it definitely. Its a small yet sustained island. Imagine New York but an archipelago, five times more colorful, and with advertisements on the television with little cartoon figures with eyes two times bigger than their head. Course that sounds more like I’m talking about Disneyland or something. Guess it might as well be right?

Before I could gather my thoughts, I felt like we were being attacked by a cheese grater from the bottom of the plane. I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to rip of my seat belt and go to the pilot’s cockpit and take the controls myself. Instead I had to just sit there like a baked potato with glasses and gripped the arm rest on either side of me, waiting until the plane reasonably slowed down.

As soon as it stopped I unbuckled my seat belt, careful to break it in the process. I was extremely provoked and I was in no mood to be messed with right then. When my brother asked me why I looked so tired I just glared at him like have you not seen what I have been going through the past fourteen hours of this affliction. I followed everyone else getting off just as soon as my parents got our hand luggage out of the overhead compartments. As soon as we got close to the bridge connected to the exit I got the heck outta their faster than if you told me I was being chased by a drakanai.

The airport was massive as any airport I have seen so far in my life. Our layover was one hour, and I found that to be an outrage in my part. I mean we were flying for fourteen hours and you decide to have the genius idea. HEY LETS TORTURE THESE PEOPLE EVEN MORE BY MAKING THEM ONLY HAVE ONE HOUR OF TIME TO BE WELL RESTED AND RELAX WHILE THEY STILL HAVE TO DO SECURITY CHECK AND STUFF AT THE SAME TIME. OH YES WE ARE THE EPITOME OF EVIL PEOPLE.

We went through the whole security check process and you know how that goes. We all then went at different times to use the restroom to freshen up a bit before we headed to our gate. The area was spacious and sunlight streamed through the panes of glass and reflected against the tile. It was nice to say the least. After being cooped up in such a tight space for so long, it felt great to be in an open area, even for only a little while.

We were allowed to board after a little while. I tried ignoring the putrid thoughts pushing themselves to the surface of my mind that detested flying. I wish humans can actually fly, I thought as we boarded. An insane thought.

An awesome thought.

On the plane I had my mindset on just sleeping off until we landed. Thats exactly what I did. When I’m on a plane, I always get odd dreams. It never something I can ignore. But its better than any movie you can show me on a little TV monitor. All I remember is my brother shaking me awake saying that we landed. I opened the window and looked down. We were approaching the runway, I could tell by the turbulence hitting us. It was bright outside in Singapore, I saw the tall buildings, gleaming in the sunlight. Singapore is like an architectural wonderland, and thats one of my favorite things about it too. We landed on the runway. Ignoring the grit of it all, I thought of everything to come. Family, food, sightseeing, adventure.

We landed, I looked out at the city before me, the clouds hazing over implying rain anytime soon. I thought of three years before. The very same place, the very same thing to happen. And yet,

that was then, this is now.

This was  a new experience. New possibilities. What was to happen in our one week of time here? That was a new question to unfurl and blossom. The answer waiting in the depths of fate.

I got really dramatic there didn’t I? Oh well.

Lets let the adventure in people.