It was easy for me to say that my trip to the United States of America in April as one of the best trip I ever had. I’ve met great people, made new friends and did a lot of activities. I even went to The Wanted concert. Oh yea, my nephews and niece was like ‘that’s unfair!’ and then I took them to watch a musical in Straits Quay so that I’m still the best uncle ever!
But one of the random amazing thing that happened to me during the trip is meeting this very nice lady on a flight.
If you think AirAsia is chaotic enough, then think again. Imagine going on the flight where it is free seating that you just have to roam around until you find a seat. And the tricky part of having that freedom is – I was trying my best to avoid sitting next to some uninteresting people. Well, of course at that time, I so called use my extra sense to detect if those people are interesting or not. Well, of course not. And I didn’t have much choice either as our group was pretty late and we have to sit wherever we could.
And I ended up next to this 2 fellas which I would say are about the same age as my parents.
It was the flight from Chicago to Washington D.C. which is about 2 hours but time flies quickly. This lady called Lynn was very lovely and she told me about her son and her passion of teaching. I shared the same thing and at this time, I barely remember what else did I tell her. But it was one of the lovely experience I had in States.
So I shared her a poem that I’ve wrote quite a long time ago. It was untitled but it’s about blue bird. And then she gave her email to me saying that she will send me picture of blue bird taken from her house. And I’ve just recently manage to email her and she just replied it with this picture.
These are taken outside of her windows, I mean back in her house, not flight windows of course. Isn’t it lovely?
And here’s the poem that I wrote
The blue bird flies and spread its wings
up on the sky and so it sings
Every other birds silence in despair
for this blue bird is such a rare
In winter blue bird flies away
and took with it, its melody
as there’s no blue bird sings the day
the night has always been empty
But as season changes, the winter’s gone
the blue bird comes back, ends the mourn
Although the waiting has been long
but finally blue bird calls the rain
The blue bird sings its lovely song
and forest starts to grow again
And underneath the summer sun
the blue bird looks quite green to me
and it has been the only one
that sings to me so I can see
*Picture above is also from Lynn :)