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china isin't really fun if you're me. too bad i'm me, so china wasn't too fun. i was on a tiny jetstarasia plane, looking at it's wing shaking violently, worrying if it was going to fall out any time soon. it's one of the bad things in life that only you can get yourself into. like getting on a roller coaster, then starting to worry about the shock you're gonna recieve as the car gets closer and closer to the top of the drop. "why?" you ask yourself, "why am i bringing pain to myself?"

then as you zoom down the slope, you wonder if the tracks are actually safe. "what if some psycho decided it would be fun to remove some screws and watch a roller coaster fly?" you think. it's a mess that you chose to get into, something that could be easily avioded. but you chose the other. the other choice that is bringing you trouble.

and i chose to be on the plane. don't tell me planes are safe. they are not. there is really not much chance of survival when you are falling from 20,000 feet in the air, with no parachutes or rocket feet. heck, you don't even need to start flying to die. like the damn crash in taiwan. getting killed in a plane crash isin't really a nice way to die. or worse, get mangled into a mangled mess, screaming in pain, waiting for someone to rescue you. then someone comes by. "that cunt's probably too messed up to save. let's get someone else." they say, and leave you. whoo, i'm imagining too much.

all great things come to an end, and so do the bad. funny was, i haven't been afraid of such things until i discovered that death is (probably) eternal. one life is too little to waste. after 4 plane rides in a week, i can almost safely say that i am no longer afraid. actually not. problems can still arise, just hope they don't happen to me. i hope. more tomorrow.