take-offs.. and landings.

Staying at the airport hotel was really a darned affair for most of us, the fact that the shopping area was 20 min drive away instead of just across the road was not the damper, but that this hotel we are in, has nothing in the vicinity; no convenience store or whatsoever.

yesterday i did the fastest shopping ever. just got what i needed to get, hung out at apple shop for a while, ran into crate & barrel to see if i could get anything (i didn't...) and sees' candies on union square. no shopping for myself. which was sad, but then again i haven't much to spend because of the change of flights. i wondered if i was slowly becoming a shopaholic, because i almost wanted to heck the allowance and just spend whatever i want. Thankfully i held back. otherwise i'd be really broke.

sometimes i wonder if people here are just lazy or purely inefficient. certain experiences on this trip made me feel that there really are dumb people around.

and because i thought i saw a petrol kiosk on the way to the hotel, this morning i decided to venture out for a run along the bay, and search for that petrol station. the bay area was pretty nice. and i sat down on the benches to look at the planes queueing up to take off.

so many thoughts thru my head. so many times i feel like i want to give up on everything. yet so many times i didn't.

i miss dad.

and i think i'll forever miss him, wondering if things could have been different if only...

sigh. growing up.. growing up... age takes away precious things from you, replacing things with memories which could be lost many years down the road. and so the equation only means.... growing up sucks, doesn't it?

and if i take off from here, will i land where i wish to be?