First solo drive...wow...
I did not think that my mom was going to give me permission ever to do something like this, but it was happening. The morning started early, and I arose to anxiety and loud rap, earlier than the sun. I had triple checked all my belongings, making sure I was ready as ever for this expedition. I had my bags, suitcases, iPod, pills, cigars, books, flight bag, everything to make this vacation the best. I looked at myself deep in the mirror, took a deep breath, and glared into myself. I was ready, ready like I would be for a check ride, ready like I would be for a chance to blow up on stage, ready like I would be to play the championship game. Glanced back at my outfit, Black A's Cap, Chain, White Long Sleeve tight-fit Shirt, Fossil watch, Fitted Bracelets, Sierra Academy of Aeronautics Black Jacket, Evisu Jeans, and Air Force Ones. Damn...I was ready.
Not another soul to be seen, just me, my car, my music, and Mapquest. I blasted the first of the 6 new CD's made for solely this trip back to LA. Started out mellow, which was perfect, and I ventured to the windy roads down Mingus Mountain, through Highway 89. Traversing was no problem. The blood red sun shown its face very shyly as it peeped through my tinted windshield. Felt some warmth in my journey, as I crossed through Cottonwood, intercepting Phoenix into I10 WEST straight to LA. The mood was soulful and quiet. My car and I moved graacefully into the sky, as the notes that sang through my head of one goal: home.
By this time, my music replaced a mood of swagga. I wore my hat low, pulled out my stunna shades, and let my rims blade. The Jeep swayed through the highway, cause' I was the right way, becomin' the fly-way. No other car had swagga like this. I kissed the sun's bright bliss, and shot across the exits like I was just missed. And the others hissed, but this was nuthin' to me. Money, I got this in a bag, so easy like coppin' schwag, so dizzy like poppin' mags, boy, this is my swag. So hear what I rap, as I tap on the gas, as they wrap 'round my ass, I'm blazin' too fast, to get to scrapin the Bay, after hitting up LA. So you hear me', I move through the avenue, like I do what I gotta do, remindin you that it's what I move. You can call it sellin rocks, I call it movin blocks, and I got it on lock. And hear my car, hear me talk, hear the roar, see me walk, way past ya, cuz I hafta, get what I'm afta, homee, its home.
LA, Los Angeles, City of Lost Angels. Horns of trucks and semis and suburbans and SUV's trumpeted through the polluted methane into my ears and lungs. Lost Angels, only short to how I felt. I felt trapped in the midst of highways and freeways, traffic above and below, Heaven and Hell. 7 Levels left... Circles left for me to infinitely drive, hopefully to magically appear gates of home. Find me.
Home. Oh home...the idea teases me even as I lay in my bed now. It flirts and carresses the grooves to mind, soothing me with the exact tunes played across my skull during a drive. A solo drive, mind you. A drive that only I had control of, a drive that proved unforgettable.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
End of the Rainbow- A Prayer
It's told that at the end of the rainbow, there lies a pot of gold. The little green leperchaun guards it with fierce and greed, blocking it from any mortal that sees it. We only see the mountains and buildings that obscure it from our naked vision. But we only finally reach it and the little green man, when we see the end...
It's also told that a rainbow is just light refraction. It is just the sunlight refracting through the various rain droplets at a perfect angle, to refract the white light into many colors. This is due to the wavelength distortions from the combination of the longer wavelengths of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet into the short fine wavelength of white light...
Children memorize those colors as the good man, Roy G. Biv. Others remember it as God's promise to Noah, that after the many years of rain and flood, He will promise a sign of a rainbow, and promise good weather and life...
I saw an end of a rainbow today. I was there, saw the leperchaun, saw the refractive wavelengths entering my eye with fierce frequency, saw the children calling out for Roy G. Biv, and saw the Lord promise me something.
The leperchaun tried to prevent from it. His fiery beard and quick agility tried to distract my focus. And his green, oh, his green envy of my success, tried to cut me down. He blocked my vision, and used his speed to overcome my mass and my muscle. But it wasn't enough for my persistence.
My veins and my arteries in my body contort with the flame of aggression and determination to win. My blood flow increases heavily due to my heart pumping to keep up with the raging neurotransmitters firing between my synapses. My pupils begin to dilate, my breathing becomes heavier and faster, and my muscles tense with the readiness to pounce.
Heard the crowd yeling my name. My family, my friends, my instructors, and my kid in my heart screaming Jay H. Kwon. Heard them tumble their voices through my eardrums with radios and the propellor resonating through my mind. All chanting me to reach my goal, all chanting me to coarse the sky, my girl. Oh my girl. She was the loudest of them all. Relaxing me with her chilled winter breath, and providing the light, skimming the runway, with her bright smile. I love her and all them, and they, me.
And Him, the Lord. He was my sage, my wizard, my Master, my Father. He guided me with His gentle hand through the road I chose. He guided me though the interpretation of emergencies and landings. He guided me through it all, hardship or promise. He gave me rain, oh, He gave me rain. He attatched my name to suffering and pain. He gave me rain harder than I could imagine, flooding my mind with feelings of failure and fear. But He gave me Promise. He promised me freedom from these thoughts, He promised me my girl to love and traverse across, and He promised me my family. He promised me it all.
And for that, I thank Him. I thank Him for all the pain, grief, failures, leperchauns, days of rain. I thank Him for all the family, love, support, success, and days of rainbow He gives me. I thank Him. I thank Him for it all, I thank Him for the promise of Life. I thank Him, because He made me who I am today. He made a promise to make me nineteen, six foot, two fifteen, commercial rated, young man.
Lord thank You for your promise to me, thank You for the end of the rainbow.
It's also told that a rainbow is just light refraction. It is just the sunlight refracting through the various rain droplets at a perfect angle, to refract the white light into many colors. This is due to the wavelength distortions from the combination of the longer wavelengths of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet into the short fine wavelength of white light...
Children memorize those colors as the good man, Roy G. Biv. Others remember it as God's promise to Noah, that after the many years of rain and flood, He will promise a sign of a rainbow, and promise good weather and life...
I saw an end of a rainbow today. I was there, saw the leperchaun, saw the refractive wavelengths entering my eye with fierce frequency, saw the children calling out for Roy G. Biv, and saw the Lord promise me something.
The leperchaun tried to prevent from it. His fiery beard and quick agility tried to distract my focus. And his green, oh, his green envy of my success, tried to cut me down. He blocked my vision, and used his speed to overcome my mass and my muscle. But it wasn't enough for my persistence.
My veins and my arteries in my body contort with the flame of aggression and determination to win. My blood flow increases heavily due to my heart pumping to keep up with the raging neurotransmitters firing between my synapses. My pupils begin to dilate, my breathing becomes heavier and faster, and my muscles tense with the readiness to pounce.
Heard the crowd yeling my name. My family, my friends, my instructors, and my kid in my heart screaming Jay H. Kwon. Heard them tumble their voices through my eardrums with radios and the propellor resonating through my mind. All chanting me to reach my goal, all chanting me to coarse the sky, my girl. Oh my girl. She was the loudest of them all. Relaxing me with her chilled winter breath, and providing the light, skimming the runway, with her bright smile. I love her and all them, and they, me.
And Him, the Lord. He was my sage, my wizard, my Master, my Father. He guided me with His gentle hand through the road I chose. He guided me though the interpretation of emergencies and landings. He guided me through it all, hardship or promise. He gave me rain, oh, He gave me rain. He attatched my name to suffering and pain. He gave me rain harder than I could imagine, flooding my mind with feelings of failure and fear. But He gave me Promise. He promised me freedom from these thoughts, He promised me my girl to love and traverse across, and He promised me my family. He promised me it all.
And for that, I thank Him. I thank Him for all the pain, grief, failures, leperchauns, days of rain. I thank Him for all the family, love, support, success, and days of rainbow He gives me. I thank Him. I thank Him for it all, I thank Him for the promise of Life. I thank Him, because He made me who I am today. He made a promise to make me nineteen, six foot, two fifteen, commercial rated, young man.
Lord thank You for your promise to me, thank You for the end of the rainbow.
Friday, September 19, 2008
A Commercial Pilot
A Commercial pilot is one that can fly the plane with busy business people in the back, mixed with the street hustlers, the posers, the boisterous children, the timid girls, the rambunctious boys, the sensitive mothers, the protective fathers, the terrorists, the criminals, the movers, the Christians, the hypocrites, the liars, the Muslims, the perverts, the Catholics, the weak, the strong, the peaceful, the serene, the loud, the red, the Asians, the Blacks, the Hispanics, the Indian, the American, and the crew.
A Commercial pilot flies those that wish to fly. He flies with banks at 50~60 degrees, without a single foot of diversion, exercises maneuvers with perfection, and makes the safest decisions in the most stressful emergencies.
A Commercial pilot flies the large planes that seem unimaginable to remain suspended at air, travelling overseas and over terrain unfathomable.
A Commercial pilot represents those in the back of the aircraft.
A Commercial pilot is his family and his first officer and his captain.
A Commercial pilot is his friends.
A Commercial pilot is me.
A Commercial pilot flies those that wish to fly. He flies with banks at 50~60 degrees, without a single foot of diversion, exercises maneuvers with perfection, and makes the safest decisions in the most stressful emergencies.
A Commercial pilot flies the large planes that seem unimaginable to remain suspended at air, travelling overseas and over terrain unfathomable.
A Commercial pilot represents those in the back of the aircraft.
A Commercial pilot is his family and his first officer and his captain.
A Commercial pilot is his friends.
A Commercial pilot is me.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
She's My Girl
She's been here, searching for the one that will love her for who she is. Centuries and centuries of men have had their tries, but all failed, until me. She's mine.
She rules this earth over any other power. Presidents, kings, and leaders faulter to her greatness. She commands the day and night with every word, and every mood she goes through. And wherever, she is, every man can see her, and grow into envy as they see me fly with her.
Her bright smile resembles the fiery sun flares that gleam into my sleepy eyes, just so we can spend more time together. And she breathes heavily of passion and love, and I, sweating from the touches of her rough but caressing turbulence, I only think of true love with this girl.
And at times, people glare into her depth, and she blushes away and slowly releases her anger. And it is sometimes phenomenal what she can do. Her rage controls the weather. She brings clouds of doubt and unhappiness over her eyes, and tries to hide away, when in all reality she just wishes to have her chance at revenge. And she will get what she desires. Her ewyes spark with huge discharges of lightening as she roars with the thunder, letting the cowards squander to her power. And she howls with winds of great magnitude, sometimes unimaginable, and letting her devilish self release Katrina and seasonal monsoons. I have no control over this independence, but as I calm her down with my prayers, she only cries chill raindrops down my thick neck, to remind me that she is sorry. And she poses the fire once again,a nd the passion is reignited with an indication of a rainbow.
I love this girl. She is my world, and I am hers. She is nothing without me, and I am nothing without her. She is the air, sky, and the flight that revolves around me. Separated, I am but a dust molecule, and her nothing but space. But together, we become one beauty. I love her, and no one will ever know why.
She rules this earth over any other power. Presidents, kings, and leaders faulter to her greatness. She commands the day and night with every word, and every mood she goes through. And wherever, she is, every man can see her, and grow into envy as they see me fly with her.
Her bright smile resembles the fiery sun flares that gleam into my sleepy eyes, just so we can spend more time together. And she breathes heavily of passion and love, and I, sweating from the touches of her rough but caressing turbulence, I only think of true love with this girl.
And at times, people glare into her depth, and she blushes away and slowly releases her anger. And it is sometimes phenomenal what she can do. Her rage controls the weather. She brings clouds of doubt and unhappiness over her eyes, and tries to hide away, when in all reality she just wishes to have her chance at revenge. And she will get what she desires. Her ewyes spark with huge discharges of lightening as she roars with the thunder, letting the cowards squander to her power. And she howls with winds of great magnitude, sometimes unimaginable, and letting her devilish self release Katrina and seasonal monsoons. I have no control over this independence, but as I calm her down with my prayers, she only cries chill raindrops down my thick neck, to remind me that she is sorry. And she poses the fire once again,a nd the passion is reignited with an indication of a rainbow.
I love this girl. She is my world, and I am hers. She is nothing without me, and I am nothing without her. She is the air, sky, and the flight that revolves around me. Separated, I am but a dust molecule, and her nothing but space. But together, we become one beauty. I love her, and no one will ever know why.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Just a week in the Bay...
Just one week in the bay, only one. I have got to make it my best. Unsure of all the things that were to proceed me, but definitely knowing of all the fun and friends I was going to see.
Slept in Stephen's room that night, just thinking about how I was going to meet up with Arabel, if I ever see her. Wasn't too positive on how, but it didn't bother my mind. I only thought to going home. That was what filled me. I went outside, while Stephen was deligently trying to finish his assignment, or our online course in humanitites. What a bull-crap course! I didn't learn anything, and definitely I was just going through the motions, letting it float away with a not-so-well-deserved A, with my Black and Mild smoke. Not that I cheated through the course, I maintained my diligence and integrity, but more-so of that knowledge that I know I could have tried much harder.
And I passed out on the couch with the TV on, and leftover cigarsmoke in my lungs. Felt really relaxed, more than anything.
4:45 am....going to be a real long morning. Only just started. I saddled up and hopped onto the notorious Shuttle U. This time that shuttle was bustling with gaggling women in the back row, hooping and hollering to every comment made. Unusual to the normal awkward silence, but still very irratating, and of course, I tuned into the songs that kept me going, blasting out my eardrums to make sure I was sending a message to those women. And I approached KPHX, the airport that i was sure I knew on the back of my hand by now. I rushed through TSA and their long but necessary checks, and hopped onto the plane. Sat next to a bunch of older Chinese women. Both quiet, and like the baby they were carrying, snoozing away. Me...well I removed my faithful speakers, and imagined that I was the pilot of this aircraft. I pulled out my kneeboard and just listened to the turbines, connected with my thoughts of the single-engine ILS, pressurized with compressed exhaust thoughts of the commercial VFR diversion I executed the other morning. Started to drift away in the comfort of the emergency seat, don't know why I sit there. Asking, "Is it for the comfort, or more of the responsibility?" Who knows?
Descent was nothing short of perfect, even though the planed parasailed a little bit off glide slope, but landing was still smooth, into San Jose. Made it home finally, and just passed out. No one needed to know I was here, not now. All I wanted to do was chill and sleep with the family. Seems antisocial, but whatever. And a rude awakening awoke my slumber. Mom, as she normally brought the news, told me that I was late for my wisdom teeth appointment, had to pull out the top two, from my last encounter Sophmore year. Not painful, but pinched when numbing was in process. Saw all the gradening tools go into my mouth, pulling out the deeply rooted teeth and weeds, and they were huge, like the bottom two. And that same night, I went to hang out with Justin, one of my best bros, and my other homees, Sam, Wayne, and Jake. It waws fun, even though I was ripped apart coming home at like 2 in the morning.
Next day was actually much less busy. Much more chill, which was what I wanted. I got my brother to play some games with me, which was pretty tight. And that was pretty much all we did, hang out and play games. Met up with Justin again to workout, and he told me that he wanted to go to a party that night, but I wasn't sure. I know about the hostess, and she, well, loves the chronic, and that was the last thing that I wanted to do, so i just said that the flight was a no go for me. And the night could only end, as started, just hanging out with Alex.
A couple days left...and only two missions left to accomplish, meet up with Chris and Crystal, and see my only noona, Una. Today started out pretty slow. Woke up with a desire to go to church, but realized that there is no way, because I was just a little late in arising, 1:00 pm. Pretty awesome. Played some games, and wrestled around a little bit with Alex, until I was again told by momma that Connie and her sisters wanted to hang out. Well, how can I put an offer like that down, they even bought dinner! We ate at Claim Jumpers, and went out bowling. Bowled pretty bad the first game, but second try recorded 158, not bad at all. And the night ended with some ice cream with the sisters, and me hanging out with my boyz.
Still missions left unaccomplished. Well, today was the day to finish off one. Leaving Wednesday, and its Monday, and I finally see my noona! I was so excited, and I actually met her boyfriend Rico, and well, I approve. He is a good guy, and seems to watch over her for me. Well, we met up out of our comfort zones, in the morning, but it was nonetheless super fun. We spent like an hour and a half looking for a place to eat breakfast, and when we finally eat somewhere, her roomate, Ester calls and we pick her up to eat somewhere else! Yeah, a huge gas bill, but I'm down anyways. We then went out to the mall together, trying to show the Oklahoma girl what Norcali is really like, but i thinke we failed. And as I dropped the ladies off, noona and I tried to plan to meet up later at Santana Row. I was down, I just had to figure out a misleading plot to decieve momma, one time again. Man, seems worse as I write, not when i was kaniving. And I went back home for a couple, finally figuring out the best way was to tell mom that I was sleeping at Justin's. New plan of action was to rendezvous at Half Moon Bay. I know... Really long trip, but I was down to do it, not only for my own experience, but just to spend more time with sis. And we hit the road, compiled with mixed feeling of my heartbeat bass-bumping mixed in with the anxiety and maintnenance of safety, becasue two souls were on me. And approach into Half Moon was definitely necessary. The fog produced IMC, and clouded Justin's vision. I could still see, but I was definitely under intuition and instrumentation. No way VFR was allowed, and as I dropped airspeed, Justin recognized the road, only to reassure that we are definitely making this landing. And the beach was nice. Real cool, and still next to the fire, with drinks flowing, topped off with the stories. The whole time Iw as having a good time, even though I couldn't drink. I mean I was DD that night, and no way was I putting that in jeopardy. But I made sure that I read Rico down to the core, and made sure that my sis and Justin were drinking. I wanted them to have a good time. And even with my careful speculation on Rico, I began to realize that he is a good guy for her. he seems protective and careful about her, and I knew that they really cared for one another. And I was very happy for her. I'm glad Una finally found that guy, and I;m glad he is good to her. "Of course, though, one slip up Rico!!...justkidding...you're a good guy, take care of her for me while I'm gone." That was the thought. And I smiled as Justin and Rico sipped on Mr. Jack. Noona was out cold. She drank so little, but it was really funny. I think she was just tired, I mean it was like 4 am. And I decided that as PIC for the night, we should saddle up I promised mom that I would be home by 7:30 that same morning to drop her off work, and of course, that promise was kept.
Today was the day, Tuesday, a day brfore I leave for school. I had one more mission, see my other best bro, Chris, and see Crystal. But I had to meet one more person, Aurina, and or course, I did. I made a promise, and I'm really glad that I saw her. Even though, she may have hurt me before, she is still important, and well, I acted on significance. Then, Chris. Man that kid, hasn't changed, still my boi until death. And well let's just say, I;m now more than a friend to him and Crystal now, I'm part of the family, and I was overjoyed with the news. And I hung with them until that night, which was an early birthday. Just a simple get together, but very important indeed. I got Justin, Jake, Wayne, Chris, Crystal, Noona, and Ester all to eat dinner and watch a movie. Of course, we all had a blast and the night was still not over. I dropped of Ester all the way and San Jose, and I took noona home to Milipitas. More gas, but more time. We talked about somethings that I neeeded her to know, and glad that we did it. It wasn't awkward or anything, it was real casual but meaningfunl nonetheless.
Casual and meaningful. That was my week in the Bay. Expected but unexpected. And nothing short of perfect. Only wish to have one more week to see them all, but time will come. I love them all, and let the future and God bring us back one more week in the Bay for repitition.
Slept in Stephen's room that night, just thinking about how I was going to meet up with Arabel, if I ever see her. Wasn't too positive on how, but it didn't bother my mind. I only thought to going home. That was what filled me. I went outside, while Stephen was deligently trying to finish his assignment, or our online course in humanitites. What a bull-crap course! I didn't learn anything, and definitely I was just going through the motions, letting it float away with a not-so-well-deserved A, with my Black and Mild smoke. Not that I cheated through the course, I maintained my diligence and integrity, but more-so of that knowledge that I know I could have tried much harder.
And I passed out on the couch with the TV on, and leftover cigarsmoke in my lungs. Felt really relaxed, more than anything.
4:45 am....going to be a real long morning. Only just started. I saddled up and hopped onto the notorious Shuttle U. This time that shuttle was bustling with gaggling women in the back row, hooping and hollering to every comment made. Unusual to the normal awkward silence, but still very irratating, and of course, I tuned into the songs that kept me going, blasting out my eardrums to make sure I was sending a message to those women. And I approached KPHX, the airport that i was sure I knew on the back of my hand by now. I rushed through TSA and their long but necessary checks, and hopped onto the plane. Sat next to a bunch of older Chinese women. Both quiet, and like the baby they were carrying, snoozing away. Me...well I removed my faithful speakers, and imagined that I was the pilot of this aircraft. I pulled out my kneeboard and just listened to the turbines, connected with my thoughts of the single-engine ILS, pressurized with compressed exhaust thoughts of the commercial VFR diversion I executed the other morning. Started to drift away in the comfort of the emergency seat, don't know why I sit there. Asking, "Is it for the comfort, or more of the responsibility?" Who knows?
Descent was nothing short of perfect, even though the planed parasailed a little bit off glide slope, but landing was still smooth, into San Jose. Made it home finally, and just passed out. No one needed to know I was here, not now. All I wanted to do was chill and sleep with the family. Seems antisocial, but whatever. And a rude awakening awoke my slumber. Mom, as she normally brought the news, told me that I was late for my wisdom teeth appointment, had to pull out the top two, from my last encounter Sophmore year. Not painful, but pinched when numbing was in process. Saw all the gradening tools go into my mouth, pulling out the deeply rooted teeth and weeds, and they were huge, like the bottom two. And that same night, I went to hang out with Justin, one of my best bros, and my other homees, Sam, Wayne, and Jake. It waws fun, even though I was ripped apart coming home at like 2 in the morning.
Next day was actually much less busy. Much more chill, which was what I wanted. I got my brother to play some games with me, which was pretty tight. And that was pretty much all we did, hang out and play games. Met up with Justin again to workout, and he told me that he wanted to go to a party that night, but I wasn't sure. I know about the hostess, and she, well, loves the chronic, and that was the last thing that I wanted to do, so i just said that the flight was a no go for me. And the night could only end, as started, just hanging out with Alex.
A couple days left...and only two missions left to accomplish, meet up with Chris and Crystal, and see my only noona, Una. Today started out pretty slow. Woke up with a desire to go to church, but realized that there is no way, because I was just a little late in arising, 1:00 pm. Pretty awesome. Played some games, and wrestled around a little bit with Alex, until I was again told by momma that Connie and her sisters wanted to hang out. Well, how can I put an offer like that down, they even bought dinner! We ate at Claim Jumpers, and went out bowling. Bowled pretty bad the first game, but second try recorded 158, not bad at all. And the night ended with some ice cream with the sisters, and me hanging out with my boyz.
Still missions left unaccomplished. Well, today was the day to finish off one. Leaving Wednesday, and its Monday, and I finally see my noona! I was so excited, and I actually met her boyfriend Rico, and well, I approve. He is a good guy, and seems to watch over her for me. Well, we met up out of our comfort zones, in the morning, but it was nonetheless super fun. We spent like an hour and a half looking for a place to eat breakfast, and when we finally eat somewhere, her roomate, Ester calls and we pick her up to eat somewhere else! Yeah, a huge gas bill, but I'm down anyways. We then went out to the mall together, trying to show the Oklahoma girl what Norcali is really like, but i thinke we failed. And as I dropped the ladies off, noona and I tried to plan to meet up later at Santana Row. I was down, I just had to figure out a misleading plot to decieve momma, one time again. Man, seems worse as I write, not when i was kaniving. And I went back home for a couple, finally figuring out the best way was to tell mom that I was sleeping at Justin's. New plan of action was to rendezvous at Half Moon Bay. I know... Really long trip, but I was down to do it, not only for my own experience, but just to spend more time with sis. And we hit the road, compiled with mixed feeling of my heartbeat bass-bumping mixed in with the anxiety and maintnenance of safety, becasue two souls were on me. And approach into Half Moon was definitely necessary. The fog produced IMC, and clouded Justin's vision. I could still see, but I was definitely under intuition and instrumentation. No way VFR was allowed, and as I dropped airspeed, Justin recognized the road, only to reassure that we are definitely making this landing. And the beach was nice. Real cool, and still next to the fire, with drinks flowing, topped off with the stories. The whole time Iw as having a good time, even though I couldn't drink. I mean I was DD that night, and no way was I putting that in jeopardy. But I made sure that I read Rico down to the core, and made sure that my sis and Justin were drinking. I wanted them to have a good time. And even with my careful speculation on Rico, I began to realize that he is a good guy for her. he seems protective and careful about her, and I knew that they really cared for one another. And I was very happy for her. I'm glad Una finally found that guy, and I;m glad he is good to her. "Of course, though, one slip up Rico!!...justkidding...you're a good guy, take care of her for me while I'm gone." That was the thought. And I smiled as Justin and Rico sipped on Mr. Jack. Noona was out cold. She drank so little, but it was really funny. I think she was just tired, I mean it was like 4 am. And I decided that as PIC for the night, we should saddle up I promised mom that I would be home by 7:30 that same morning to drop her off work, and of course, that promise was kept.
Today was the day, Tuesday, a day brfore I leave for school. I had one more mission, see my other best bro, Chris, and see Crystal. But I had to meet one more person, Aurina, and or course, I did. I made a promise, and I'm really glad that I saw her. Even though, she may have hurt me before, she is still important, and well, I acted on significance. Then, Chris. Man that kid, hasn't changed, still my boi until death. And well let's just say, I;m now more than a friend to him and Crystal now, I'm part of the family, and I was overjoyed with the news. And I hung with them until that night, which was an early birthday. Just a simple get together, but very important indeed. I got Justin, Jake, Wayne, Chris, Crystal, Noona, and Ester all to eat dinner and watch a movie. Of course, we all had a blast and the night was still not over. I dropped of Ester all the way and San Jose, and I took noona home to Milipitas. More gas, but more time. We talked about somethings that I neeeded her to know, and glad that we did it. It wasn't awkward or anything, it was real casual but meaningfunl nonetheless.
Casual and meaningful. That was my week in the Bay. Expected but unexpected. And nothing short of perfect. Only wish to have one more week to see them all, but time will come. I love them all, and let the future and God bring us back one more week in the Bay for repitition.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Stephen and Jay Takeover Northern Arizona
Stephen, my lovable, and small roomate, had the greatest urge to run to Flagstaff, KFLG. Interestingly enough, as pilots in training, we had landed there before; however, never explored, and okus this was our last night to relax before the celebrations of July 4th and before I went back home for the long weekend. So this trip was a must.
After my successful oral review of Instrument X-C flight planning with Ken, Stephen and I met up with Kevin, my larger commercial/CFI/CFII buddy from the Bay, to go eat some Buffalo Wild Wings. We mixed in fun with some spicy and mild wings, and tried to plan some drinking nights with Kevin, but it was a no go. All good though, it wasn't like Stephen and I were going to not drink anyways.
Back to the Mighty Subaru, the little white car that was going to transport our winged-satisfied-bodies from point to point. Surprised at this little thing's power, it kind of reminded me of Stephen, a little but strong guy. And as we made our way to KFLG, the night was cooling the blaze that Arizona carried, and the car was gaining performance with the temperature drop. We blasted some of the new tunes I either legally or illegally bought, bumpin our heads as we just cruised our way.
Barely into the night, Stephen and I finally reach Flagstaff. Small town, and ust like Kevin said, its just like Prescott but seems busier because everything is compacted together. And thinking in that sense, Stephen and I figured we could hit up a mall and walk around for awhile, but instead, we taversed through the empty campus of NAU, and desperately tried to accomplish our goal of discovery of a mall, instead to only climb and descend down hills, looking at beautiful homes that seemed to be worth nothing short of a million dollars.
And as we recieved the notion that there really isn't anyhthing to do unless you were 21 or older, we decided to make a trip to the gas station and hit up Sedona, KSEZ. I've already been there, but we just made that decision because we just wanted to hang out more and just do a grounded cross-country, all over Arizona. At the gas station, I bought some stacks and hooked up Stephen with some drinks to last the night, and at the cashier's Stephen decided to buy some Black and Milds. Oh, those small but so tasty cigars, reminded me of smoking cigars with Aditya to my first cigar with Steve. And so we took-off from KFLG to KSEZ, with a flight plan to walk around Sedona, while lighting up some cigars.
Landing was perfect. No one was in the vicinity, and the night provided just enough heat to warm two expeditious souls. And as we filled our buds with wined-smoke, we conversed about future plans within Stephen's school paper about editing and jourbalism and writing. We stared into the blank skies, painted with black and streaks of navy blue. We relaxed and stretched the good ol' legs for about half-an-hour, and buckled back up, for next stop Cottonwood, P52.
As we crossed over Cottonwood, we decided to just head for the cracktown of Jerome. That stinkin hole-in-the-mountain of a town, carried a stench of meth and crack rocks, as the night dwelled with lights lits of labs and kitchens cooking up something new and fresh for the dime bags. And, of course, Stephen and I carried a natural high of propellors and cigar smoke for exhaust fumes and Miller Chill for oil cooling, so we bounced to an area that Stephen knew. And this area...
This area was the most secluded and almost romantic spot that I can imagine in this world. Awkward to find it in Arizona of all places, but the reason. Oh the reason... the sky was clear as diamond crystal, reflecting its glimmering shinings with the stars, speckled across the night's blue and black. Shooting stars burned ferociously, tearing into the face, leaving small and imited scars that only a wish of a mid-summer night's dream can recall. This night was amazing, to say the least, glamorous, as it remained suspended in the thin air like the puffs of Black and Mild. The sky and the setting, Black and Mild.
And we made our final leg, back to Prescott, KPRC. Landing for me, was done with some hesitation, because I knew that this would slowly conclude Stephen's and my takeover of Northern Arizona. And so we ended the night, or dare I say began the morning around 2 a.m., with one final cigar from myself and a Miller Chill for each, ending as we started, chilled. And Norther Arizona has been discovered and conquered by two bored college students, two pilots. Flying and driving across routes travelled before, but noe with the intention of ours, adventure and takeover.
After my successful oral review of Instrument X-C flight planning with Ken, Stephen and I met up with Kevin, my larger commercial/CFI/CFII buddy from the Bay, to go eat some Buffalo Wild Wings. We mixed in fun with some spicy and mild wings, and tried to plan some drinking nights with Kevin, but it was a no go. All good though, it wasn't like Stephen and I were going to not drink anyways.
Back to the Mighty Subaru, the little white car that was going to transport our winged-satisfied-bodies from point to point. Surprised at this little thing's power, it kind of reminded me of Stephen, a little but strong guy. And as we made our way to KFLG, the night was cooling the blaze that Arizona carried, and the car was gaining performance with the temperature drop. We blasted some of the new tunes I either legally or illegally bought, bumpin our heads as we just cruised our way.
Barely into the night, Stephen and I finally reach Flagstaff. Small town, and ust like Kevin said, its just like Prescott but seems busier because everything is compacted together. And thinking in that sense, Stephen and I figured we could hit up a mall and walk around for awhile, but instead, we taversed through the empty campus of NAU, and desperately tried to accomplish our goal of discovery of a mall, instead to only climb and descend down hills, looking at beautiful homes that seemed to be worth nothing short of a million dollars.
And as we recieved the notion that there really isn't anyhthing to do unless you were 21 or older, we decided to make a trip to the gas station and hit up Sedona, KSEZ. I've already been there, but we just made that decision because we just wanted to hang out more and just do a grounded cross-country, all over Arizona. At the gas station, I bought some stacks and hooked up Stephen with some drinks to last the night, and at the cashier's Stephen decided to buy some Black and Milds. Oh, those small but so tasty cigars, reminded me of smoking cigars with Aditya to my first cigar with Steve. And so we took-off from KFLG to KSEZ, with a flight plan to walk around Sedona, while lighting up some cigars.
Landing was perfect. No one was in the vicinity, and the night provided just enough heat to warm two expeditious souls. And as we filled our buds with wined-smoke, we conversed about future plans within Stephen's school paper about editing and jourbalism and writing. We stared into the blank skies, painted with black and streaks of navy blue. We relaxed and stretched the good ol' legs for about half-an-hour, and buckled back up, for next stop Cottonwood, P52.
As we crossed over Cottonwood, we decided to just head for the cracktown of Jerome. That stinkin hole-in-the-mountain of a town, carried a stench of meth and crack rocks, as the night dwelled with lights lits of labs and kitchens cooking up something new and fresh for the dime bags. And, of course, Stephen and I carried a natural high of propellors and cigar smoke for exhaust fumes and Miller Chill for oil cooling, so we bounced to an area that Stephen knew. And this area...
This area was the most secluded and almost romantic spot that I can imagine in this world. Awkward to find it in Arizona of all places, but the reason. Oh the reason... the sky was clear as diamond crystal, reflecting its glimmering shinings with the stars, speckled across the night's blue and black. Shooting stars burned ferociously, tearing into the face, leaving small and imited scars that only a wish of a mid-summer night's dream can recall. This night was amazing, to say the least, glamorous, as it remained suspended in the thin air like the puffs of Black and Mild. The sky and the setting, Black and Mild.
And we made our final leg, back to Prescott, KPRC. Landing for me, was done with some hesitation, because I knew that this would slowly conclude Stephen's and my takeover of Northern Arizona. And so we ended the night, or dare I say began the morning around 2 a.m., with one final cigar from myself and a Miller Chill for each, ending as we started, chilled. And Norther Arizona has been discovered and conquered by two bored college students, two pilots. Flying and driving across routes travelled before, but noe with the intention of ours, adventure and takeover.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Long Time Since....
Been a long time since I've written...Honestly, its kind of a shame, aint too proud of it... But I guess its time to pick back up. Well, lately I've been cruisin the skies with a new instructor...can't help but miss those other dudes that I cruised around with. One of them is in Korea, livin the life, and the other is mackin up the vulnerable airlines. Course, I had those other instructors...but I guess its just those two that always arise in my eyes as I preflight.
I just chill on the ramp. I glance over at the 172's, yeah...they aint the ones I flew, all new and G-1000'd out, but man, good times. Ryan always yelled at me everytime I preflighted without my checklist in my hand, and I immaturely argued that I already knew it. We would hop in and cruise Cali, getting actual, and shootin the best approaches for my checkride. And then we'd sit and chill with the stars, hear the engines roar as pre-solo students anxiously hop in and try to communicate with ATIS. They were so excited. And chill on a beer, those beers. Those nights we would just share 3 or 4 beers each, and get a light buzz as we hummed our way reviewing FAR's and gyros and all that jazz....Been a long tim since I seen ya Ryan.
And I turn my head over, and I stare at those Seminoles, those giagantic tanks. Steve, the one dude that finally got me to understand how those babies would fly, even though they are so nose heavy. All those landings and traffic patterns. Remember? "Dammit Jay, maintain 2x! Ok...goodgood, now pitch back,....look outside! goodgood...hit your point, relaxrelax, BOOM, good!! a little hard but good..." Those early-ass mornings, man, Steve you KNEW I'm not the lark-type, but you insisted. Ha! man...and all those times I'd call you up for advice, and help, not just over those rules and Vmc, but man, all those chicks, and all those stresses...I'd call you because I guess you taught me not only to live life, but to also live the pilot life, a PIC life. Well, for what it's worth, im kickin ass in my approaches, and partial panel and single engine are gettin better...Been a long time since I seen ya Steve.
Been along time since them. Heard from em a couple weeks ago, and they seem well. And I hope to see em again. Flyin with them, sharing the same sky. Look out, your student is becomin!
I just chill on the ramp. I glance over at the 172's, yeah...they aint the ones I flew, all new and G-1000'd out, but man, good times. Ryan always yelled at me everytime I preflighted without my checklist in my hand, and I immaturely argued that I already knew it. We would hop in and cruise Cali, getting actual, and shootin the best approaches for my checkride. And then we'd sit and chill with the stars, hear the engines roar as pre-solo students anxiously hop in and try to communicate with ATIS. They were so excited. And chill on a beer, those beers. Those nights we would just share 3 or 4 beers each, and get a light buzz as we hummed our way reviewing FAR's and gyros and all that jazz....Been a long tim since I seen ya Ryan.
And I turn my head over, and I stare at those Seminoles, those giagantic tanks. Steve, the one dude that finally got me to understand how those babies would fly, even though they are so nose heavy. All those landings and traffic patterns. Remember? "Dammit Jay, maintain 2x! Ok...goodgood, now pitch back,....look outside! goodgood...hit your point, relaxrelax, BOOM, good!! a little hard but good..." Those early-ass mornings, man, Steve you KNEW I'm not the lark-type, but you insisted. Ha! man...and all those times I'd call you up for advice, and help, not just over those rules and Vmc, but man, all those chicks, and all those stresses...I'd call you because I guess you taught me not only to live life, but to also live the pilot life, a PIC life. Well, for what it's worth, im kickin ass in my approaches, and partial panel and single engine are gettin better...Been a long time since I seen ya Steve.
Been along time since them. Heard from em a couple weeks ago, and they seem well. And I hope to see em again. Flyin with them, sharing the same sky. Look out, your student is becomin!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Destruction
Rush out the back door
Run away from this pain
Call to Him, the Lord
Criticize at my name
Destroy, destroy me
Achievements only recoil
And failures rejoice
Burn in my eyes, burn in my soul
Burn the Hell that devours the world whole
Leave a hole where my heart laid
Dead
Death do I succumb?
Destruction, to you I come
Run away from this pain
Call to Him, the Lord
Criticize at my name
Destroy, destroy me
Achievements only recoil
And failures rejoice
Burn in my eyes, burn in my soul
Burn the Hell that devours the world whole
Leave a hole where my heart laid
Dead
Death do I succumb?
Destruction, to you I come
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
American Gangster
Jay-Z said your gangster aint defined how your jeans fall below your waist, but your gangster is defined how your genes succeed your expectations. Don't know if I can honestly say that, but I'd like to rock as so. My gangster, my gangster is defined as such. Jeans at the waist, genes overcoming waste, genes forming the American gangster...
...I creep and crawl in the night shade, hiding my identity in the flickering neon light. OPEN. Flickering in and out. I despise and disgust in its ugly on and off. Hate it. I recede back into my low hood, pulling my dark black hat over my eyes. I'm only left with my eyes caressing the concrete that faithfully carries me standing aloft over the fiery Hell below me. My jeans carry over my Timberlands, and fold over. The tongue shows itself, and carries me off with a swag as as I gently sway through the alley. My tongue starts flowin off on what I rap in my mind. How my tee wraps around my ass, how my mind wraps around my class, how my tongue folds around my jeans, how my clothes represent my genes, how my genes represents my teen, how my fresh presents my clean, how my clean sends my dirty, how my mind burns my nerdy, how I can't help to think I'm not worthy, how I love to let challenges work me, and how I love to keep to myself and let the light creep underneath me, and how I love the darkness just lurking...
...My genes define my swagger. My genes define how low my jeans will fall or hold at my waste. My genes will stand up and waste all of their expectations. My genes will define my American gangster, my genes will define my phenomenon. No...my genes means me.
...I creep and crawl in the night shade, hiding my identity in the flickering neon light. OPEN. Flickering in and out. I despise and disgust in its ugly on and off. Hate it. I recede back into my low hood, pulling my dark black hat over my eyes. I'm only left with my eyes caressing the concrete that faithfully carries me standing aloft over the fiery Hell below me. My jeans carry over my Timberlands, and fold over. The tongue shows itself, and carries me off with a swag as as I gently sway through the alley. My tongue starts flowin off on what I rap in my mind. How my tee wraps around my ass, how my mind wraps around my class, how my tongue folds around my jeans, how my clothes represent my genes, how my genes represents my teen, how my fresh presents my clean, how my clean sends my dirty, how my mind burns my nerdy, how I can't help to think I'm not worthy, how I love to let challenges work me, and how I love to keep to myself and let the light creep underneath me, and how I love the darkness just lurking...
...My genes define my swagger. My genes define how low my jeans will fall or hold at my waste. My genes will stand up and waste all of their expectations. My genes will define my American gangster, my genes will define my phenomenon. No...my genes means me.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Concentration
Eyes on the prize. Focused, so focused. All the chaos and mess around will not shake him. He will not sway away this time around. Distractions. Stresses. Temptations. All cloud his mind. But he still cannot be budged. So motivated, so determined. I speak of this man. This focused and concentrated man. I wish to be like him. He sees his prey. Ready to pounce and ready for action. None can come close, none can budge his position.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Valentine's Day
The heart is the blood pumper. It is the provider. It gives the brain capability to think and process. It supplies the human soul with character of serenity, fierce, disgust, and grace. And it doesn't fail to provide a little something of envy. Even with all the passionate red burning through the weins of one's body, is still feel colors of green. The green boils up in me and I can't help but, wish. Why can't I feel that way about someone? I want to love. I want to be able to feel the same way that one can share with me. Why can't my effort's ever be appreciated? I know I don't need to necessarily have it. I know. But I can't shake the feeling of desire sometimes.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Tiresome Effort
Effort to exceed. Effort to achieve. Effort, to never let up and always relieve. I can't help but constantly want to persist and aim higher than me. Aim high, aim high. That's what I've been about ever since I was such a young age. And I was always never told to aim less. Today I was disappointed at my simulation flight. I could'nt get inside and ahead of the airplane. I don't understand why. My instructor tried her best to make me feel better, and tell me that I'm pushing a little too hard. I don't know. It seems like someone is tellling me I'm overachieving...but along the same lines, I feel a little impatient to succeed. I'm going to make it, I know I will. I guess its almost as if I need to stay motivated all the time. And I'm ready. I can do that. i guess its just getting back in the groove and dancing.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Balances
Trying to maintain solid balances within my life. Life is too full of low and high tides, frictional forces acting upon the balances, constantly opposing any possible capability of having stability. I can't seem to effectively manage my time between flight, academics, and weight lifting. My persistence in trying to manage my time in minutes and hours, slowly deterioirate my ability to effectively study and work out. I don't know. I guess that's just the flow of things and learning how to prioritize things. I tend to try at everything without taking a break, and always go 110%. I know I can do it. I know that I can really push at all directions as long as I can beat back at this frictional forces. To just try to keep on working on it, that's my code of life. I know I'll get back in the groove, and start dancing away again. That's what being a profesional pilot is all about. You take what you have, and you make the best out of it. That's what I call maintaining some balance.
Monday, January 28, 2008
What to Write
Expression of the mind and body. Expression to just write what's in and what's out. Expression just to express. There is nothing that I can think of that can be more rewarding and valuable than to just write. Just WRITE! It isn't that hard. Freewrite, rap, sing, write an essay, write a poem, write a novel, write a short story, just write. Express who you are as an individual, a lover, a fighter. Write. Write something about you. Write something that defines you. Amke it metaphorical, say it in plain black and white. Just write it out. Let your fingers and your pen do the talking. Distractions and pain, success and victory, write. Just write, I say. Write in languages, write in verbatin, write in words, write in gibberish, write, write, write. What goes on your mind? Answer to me in a written form. Write to repeat, write to reiterate, write to regurgetate. You have the right to write, so write, just write, and express.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Passin' the Time
Just texting away on the phone with a close friend of mine, watching the television set, and just relaxing with a couple of roomates. Nothing, don't feel a sense of urgency of any sort. I should. There is a ton of things to do. Always, but I don't feel it. Why? I could be doing homework, be more proactive, study for my checkride... I just don't know... I guess that's what the weekend is for!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Lost Expectations
Goals and Dreams are always satisfied with persistence and effort. They can be reached no matter how high they may lie, just never give up. However, Love is the one thing that cannot be achieved through such methods. A shame to believe that persistence and effort are the only codes I live by with consistency of each breath I take. Love is that one element I don't think I'll ever understand. A shame that I have chosen some of the types that are impossibly even-fathomable that I may even had a chance. A shame that I picked one and found that I only get shot down once again. A shame to think that I only float in the acidic floods, and not even bother to swim, just letting my legs burn off beneath me. A shame. A shame. I don't know if its just my desire to feel actually loved or accepted by someone of the oppposite sex, or if its just my hunger to experience a solid relationship. But definitely my effors have gone to fault over incorrect possibilities that only amount to useless dreams. If its one thing that i can finally let down, which I have never said before, its Love.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Cloudy Night, Shade me from the Light
Howling winds freeze on my nose, as the the clouds above me shadow me in darkness. I can only gaze up, even though the only visiblility is cloud formations against the night sky. I only begin to imagine an IFR approach. So perfect, with the cloud- layers just barely above minimal requirements. I flirt with them. I stare at them winking at them, because they know that I have practiced with them before. Landed countless times through them, with their mysterious obscurities. They gave me challenges, and they gave me moments of success. These clouds do nothing but try to show me that sometimes being without sight, provides the best insight. And now they harvest my eyes without the moonlight. Shading me from the cowardice of the moon. They give me courage to once again try through them. Droplets dance on top of my face, and the bumps of the clouds massage my back as I float with the cool breeze back to reality. They are going to be here for awhile. For awhile, they will have me mature.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Motivated to Achieve
Desire to achieve fulfills me. Every breath I take releases a sense of urgency to rush for a touchdown. Every step leads me closer to achieve what has been flying in my dreams for the past nights. I cannot sit through a class without thinking about what has engulfed me. This fire, this passion, I only let myself fall into it. I cannot move anywhere without it, I can't live unless I have it. Yes. I have been stopped. I have been shot down weeks ago, but now is no time for recuperation. It is time to win. It is time to arise from the white sheets, pull out the IV and start pumping the weights, refueling the plane, and warming the engines. It is time. I'm done sleeping, I am done. Never will I ever let myself up.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Relaxed
I guess it only took two hours at the gym today to lift up this aggression that has been bubbling up inside me. I finally was able to alleviate the pain and the madness that has beenblinding my ability to think clearly. Now, with my body releasing the pain and anger, I am left much more exhilerated to work and study, and just enjoythe fresh and crisp Prescott atmosphere. I recieved news that I may not be able to fly this Wednesday, which does bum me out, yes, but that's okay. It just gives me more time to prepare and get in the grrove of flying and school once again. I'm much more relaxed and I am finally able to breathe once again.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Aggressive Hostility
Ring my hands and interlock them around his neck. He's suffocating, and he's gasping for air. Veins start forming indents in his skin, and his face starts burning red. No, its not enough. Not enough to suffice me, not enough until I see what I want to see. I desire for red, bloodshed, spilling out his eyes mixed in with the bitter taste of his tears. His eyes force out of his sockets, and tongue bursts out of his mouth. He gasps and falls.
I now stand with my mind ablazed. Consumed by aggression itself, burning, injecting its black venom as it flows through my arteries and capillaries. My skin deteriorated, and my bones covered in black, oozing with aggression. Every step taken, left a fiery footstep behind me, and every breath devours the air with a mix of fire, and the sky pours gasoline and toxins.
Who can stop this blindness to kill? Who will withstand this power and desire for blood? Who will destroy and prevent this savage from eating after years of hunger?
None.
I now stand with my mind ablazed. Consumed by aggression itself, burning, injecting its black venom as it flows through my arteries and capillaries. My skin deteriorated, and my bones covered in black, oozing with aggression. Every step taken, left a fiery footstep behind me, and every breath devours the air with a mix of fire, and the sky pours gasoline and toxins.
Who can stop this blindness to kill? Who will withstand this power and desire for blood? Who will destroy and prevent this savage from eating after years of hunger?
None.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Poetry
What's on your mind kid?
Poetry
What you trying to write about?
I can't tell...there is something though
Well write it then kid
I'm trying, it just aint comin out right, I wanna write about the night
Well I think you tring to hard for insight
Well, that's my plight
You ready for the fight
I definitely aint gonna go for a flight
Are you singing for the light
Are you rappin for what's right
That's right, Im tight with the right
Loose with what's wrong, that's why I write songs
They laugh
Laugh,laugh,laugh at me
Suffocating at their own enjoyment
I refuse to stop
Look at now, I'm comin for the top
Poetry
What you trying to write about?
I can't tell...there is something though
Well write it then kid
I'm trying, it just aint comin out right, I wanna write about the night
Well I think you tring to hard for insight
Well, that's my plight
You ready for the fight
I definitely aint gonna go for a flight
Are you singing for the light
Are you rappin for what's right
That's right, Im tight with the right
Loose with what's wrong, that's why I write songs
They laugh
Laugh,laugh,laugh at me
Suffocating at their own enjoyment
I refuse to stop
Look at now, I'm comin for the top
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Changes
These things happen everyday, at every breath. As humans, we are met with new challenges and faced with new obstacles every step we take closer self-fulfillment, and even then, changes never die. Adaptation, adaptation that tests Darwin's theory of the "survival of the fittest". Who amongst us can take these changes? Who can be with one and move to another?
The transition is going to be more than just tough. The rain is going to pour, and the thunder is going to cast with its mightiest force. Will I yell back? Will I be ready?
The transition is going to be more than just tough. The rain is going to pour, and the thunder is going to cast with its mightiest force. Will I yell back? Will I be ready?
Monday, January 14, 2008
Last Moments with a Professional Pilot
The ride down was nothing but fun. Pulled out my good ol' homework and worked on it in the car while I "dropped eaves" on to the pilot's conversation. The pilot said I was an excellent student, and said it with pride and charisma, I couldn't help but blush away into my papers.
We drove into the late morning bright, trampling over levels of dirt and small debris, as I was completely dumbfounded by how such a small car can take a beating while carrying 3 men. Almost reminded me of what life I had unfolded getting to know this pilot.
We then pulled away from the car, and strapped on our gear. I noticed the pilot packed a ton of fluids, some food, and his weapons-of-choice, a sharp blade with a silenced gun. Almost envious of his gear, I carefully stowed away my papers and books, and put on my back some spare clothes and some drinks. Felt a little unprepared. The pilot had always come ready to fly and I couldn't help but always compare myself to his standards. He would innately motivate me, without even knowing it.
We then began the journey. We hiked down slowly but surely, laughing and enjoying the light trot we held. Soaking in the beauty that God has made for us that day, discussing the mysterious futures, and traversing backwards through the past, the day was perfect. The pilot was filled with excitement and reminiscence, as I looked up at him under his wing, I knew that we will never be denied.
We took camp at the bottom. The stream grew to a thunderous fall, so mighty, so powerful. I couldn't help but become awestruck at the sites. And the pilot pulled out his cigar, his last one that he kept for the one day that he new would be special. The pilot lit it up, and inhaled with a breath of relaxation and content. And he passed it down to me. Knowing it was his last one, I was a little hesitant; however, I couldn't resist my curiousity. I wasn't going to deny the pilot of his captain over me. And I tried. I tried a ton of things. The pilot even let me at a shot of his gun. Carefully teaching me to maintain safety and also have fun, just like all those days in the airplane.
The pilot readied himself for a dip in the stream. I had to join him, finalize that last rush of escapading waters, have that last bit of taking a bite at becoming a commercial pilot under his comforting wings. We blitzed through the water stones in the bottom, gnawing and scratching and butting at the pilot's and his students bodies, as we laughed our way enjoying the turbulence and bumps.
The hike up edged on. The pilot was ahead as usual, of the trail, the aircraft, and me. But he still maintained his pace of progression, innately motivating me again to catch up, and to never fall back again.
I drifted away into a dream. The day was falling into an end, and my time with the pilot was at its last moments. He kept me comforted and strong throughout it all. Always supportive, always ready to teach and humble me. This pilot is incomparable. His knowledge massive as the mountain, his skills ferocious as the falls, and his friendship more valuable than all the gold... I will miss this professional pilot. I will teach as he, and I will never forget to wave into the skies.
We drove into the late morning bright, trampling over levels of dirt and small debris, as I was completely dumbfounded by how such a small car can take a beating while carrying 3 men. Almost reminded me of what life I had unfolded getting to know this pilot.
We then pulled away from the car, and strapped on our gear. I noticed the pilot packed a ton of fluids, some food, and his weapons-of-choice, a sharp blade with a silenced gun. Almost envious of his gear, I carefully stowed away my papers and books, and put on my back some spare clothes and some drinks. Felt a little unprepared. The pilot had always come ready to fly and I couldn't help but always compare myself to his standards. He would innately motivate me, without even knowing it.
We then began the journey. We hiked down slowly but surely, laughing and enjoying the light trot we held. Soaking in the beauty that God has made for us that day, discussing the mysterious futures, and traversing backwards through the past, the day was perfect. The pilot was filled with excitement and reminiscence, as I looked up at him under his wing, I knew that we will never be denied.
We took camp at the bottom. The stream grew to a thunderous fall, so mighty, so powerful. I couldn't help but become awestruck at the sites. And the pilot pulled out his cigar, his last one that he kept for the one day that he new would be special. The pilot lit it up, and inhaled with a breath of relaxation and content. And he passed it down to me. Knowing it was his last one, I was a little hesitant; however, I couldn't resist my curiousity. I wasn't going to deny the pilot of his captain over me. And I tried. I tried a ton of things. The pilot even let me at a shot of his gun. Carefully teaching me to maintain safety and also have fun, just like all those days in the airplane.
The pilot readied himself for a dip in the stream. I had to join him, finalize that last rush of escapading waters, have that last bit of taking a bite at becoming a commercial pilot under his comforting wings. We blitzed through the water stones in the bottom, gnawing and scratching and butting at the pilot's and his students bodies, as we laughed our way enjoying the turbulence and bumps.
The hike up edged on. The pilot was ahead as usual, of the trail, the aircraft, and me. But he still maintained his pace of progression, innately motivating me again to catch up, and to never fall back again.
I drifted away into a dream. The day was falling into an end, and my time with the pilot was at its last moments. He kept me comforted and strong throughout it all. Always supportive, always ready to teach and humble me. This pilot is incomparable. His knowledge massive as the mountain, his skills ferocious as the falls, and his friendship more valuable than all the gold... I will miss this professional pilot. I will teach as he, and I will never forget to wave into the skies.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Silence
Hush, quiet! Meditate and hear the voice of Silence. He is yelling at you, so blatantly telling you to simmer down. She is whispering in your ear to calm your fiery blaze.
Hush, quiet! Surrender to the power of Silence. Give up your desires and temptations, and just settle your selfish ambitions.
Hush, quiet! Ignore the firing tribulations, ignore the storms, ignore the turbulence, ignore the clouds.
Hush, quiet! Hush... Let Silence clamour and thunder on your brainstorm.
Hush, quiet! Surrender to the power of Silence. Give up your desires and temptations, and just settle your selfish ambitions.
Hush, quiet! Ignore the firing tribulations, ignore the storms, ignore the turbulence, ignore the clouds.
Hush, quiet! Hush... Let Silence clamour and thunder on your brainstorm.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Optimism
I lay here, with all my weather books laid out over my bed. I roll around under my covers, enjoying how the soft rivets and warm ripples of my blanket softly caresses my arms and my legs. I smell the aroma from my neighbors' cooking mixed with the stench of my old clothes left unwashed. I stare at my blank TV that's not even hooked up to an outlet, my hats all organized with shape and color coordination, my books and clothes none stacked up and hung, the weights that have been collecting dust, and the garbage of orange peels, beef jerky, and pieces of chips ransacking my room from the top of my bed drawer to the door. I can only laugh at the idea that I will clean this mess out tomorrow after my morning jog.
I walk over to my window, pressing my warm mind against its cold pane. Gently pressing my forehead against it, I gaze into the skies above me. Stars form the Courageous Leo, the Stealthy Scorpio, and the Mighty Orion. I think nothing, but only of their valiant features and their heroic attributes. They rule the galaxy with might and force, and sparkle their characteristics of charisma and faith onto this Earth for those like me, who wish to exactly the same.
I pull back to close the blinds. I then see a reflection of me, a young man. I see a troubled and angry man, scorning into the night, with his face scrunched up with waves of frustration and and eyes focused with aggression. I take a silent roar behind my gritted teeth, and the window reacts with a mist, removing this aggression. As it slowly disappears, I see the glimmer of the stars, those heavenly constellations. And they moved, moved to outline something of a face. A face of serenity and passion. A face of leadership and compassion. A face of joy and optimism. A face of a man, a face that supercedes my own reflection.
I walk over to my window, pressing my warm mind against its cold pane. Gently pressing my forehead against it, I gaze into the skies above me. Stars form the Courageous Leo, the Stealthy Scorpio, and the Mighty Orion. I think nothing, but only of their valiant features and their heroic attributes. They rule the galaxy with might and force, and sparkle their characteristics of charisma and faith onto this Earth for those like me, who wish to exactly the same.
I pull back to close the blinds. I then see a reflection of me, a young man. I see a troubled and angry man, scorning into the night, with his face scrunched up with waves of frustration and and eyes focused with aggression. I take a silent roar behind my gritted teeth, and the window reacts with a mist, removing this aggression. As it slowly disappears, I see the glimmer of the stars, those heavenly constellations. And they moved, moved to outline something of a face. A face of serenity and passion. A face of leadership and compassion. A face of joy and optimism. A face of a man, a face that supercedes my own reflection.
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