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Extraordinary or extra-ordinary?

Flying without Wings

So recently, this song's been popping up in a lot of things that I've encountered in the past couple of weeks. It was on America's Got Talent, it happened to be one of the very few songs that I know in the singing video game Singstar, and it just came on now on my Winamp since I put the playlist of random. Not to mention, one of my friends is in love with this song and thinks that we can (and should) form a boyband so we can perform it (yeah Albert, I'm talking about you). I'm talking about none other than Flying Without Wings by Westlife. For those who know it, I hope you do enjoy the song not just for the soothing voices of the members Westlife, but also for the meaning the lyrics hold. For those who do not know the song, I'd would definately recommend it.  It is a slow song, and like I said, its sang by a boyband so if you're not into that kinda stuff, you're missing out on this one. Anyway, like i said previously, this song is a great one not just because it sounds good, but it really makes you appreciate the things one have in life. And as vague as that may be, you'll know what I'm talking about if you just listen to the damn song! Haha, just playing. But no seriously, check it out.

Everybody's looking for that something
One thing that makes it all complete
You'll find it in the strangest places
Places you never knew it could be

Some find it in the face of their children
Some find it in their lover's eyes
Who can deny the joy it brings
When you've found that special thing
You're flying without wings

Some find it sharing every morning
Some in their solitary lives
You'll find it in the words of others
A simple line can make you laugh or cry

You'll find it in the deepest friendship
The kind you cherish all your life
And when you know how much that means
You've found that special thing
You're flying without wings

So, impossible as they may seem
You've got to fight for every dream
Cos who's to know which one you let go
Would have made you complete

Well, for me it's waking up beside you
To watch the sunrise on your face
To know that I can say I love you
In any given time or place

It's little things that only I know
Those are the things that make you mine
And it's like flying without wings
Cos you're my special thing
I'm flying without wings

And you're the place my life begins
And you'll be where it ends
I'm flying without wings
And that's the joy you bring
I'm flying without wings

Lost and Found

So recently I lost my USB cable that connects my mp3 player to my computer so that it can recharge the battery and so that I can transfer songs. Losing it meant that I lost both those functions. My mp3 player eventually ran out of batteries after mornings and evenings on the train. I went online and purchased a replacement USB cable. When it arrived, I was happy to see that it worked fine in terms of recharging the device. However, it seems as though with this new cable, I'm unable to transfer songs. I plan on reformatting the mp3 player to see if that'll be the solution (hopefully it will be). But for now, I'm gonna have to live with the songs that's already in there and a set of headphones that's close to broken since the left ear is shaky sometimes.

But this whole situation made me realize something. That's kinda the way life is isn't it? You lose something, you try to find it, and if in the end you cant, you end up replacing it. If you can find it, great. But if you can't and ultimately you replace it, sometimes its just not the same. Sometimes, it's for the better; other times, for the worse. And so raises the question, how hard should you look, or how hard should you try to repair something that's broken before you call it quits and try to replace it? Unfortunately, it's not always that simple. Because sometimes, whatever's missing or broken, just can't be replaced.

What A Day

So today was my day off from work. Nevertheless, I still woke up at 7 because I had to take my mom to the NYU medical center again (don't worry guys, it's nothing serious-we had an appointment). It started out well because unlike last time, the car service we called wasn't 40minutes late. It was just 5-10 haha. Anyway, we arrived at the hospital way too early for our appointment at 9:45. We were there by 9. But hoping that by registering early, we can see the doctor faster, I went and registered anyway. How wrong was I. The wait was a whopping 3 hours, 9-12. I went into the nurses' startion a couple of times in between to get a status check on the holdup. Turns out that there was only 3 doctors in today to treat, oh I don't know, 50 patients in the waiting room. So at 12, I went in one more time and see what was the deal. Turned out that at 12, the doctors went out to lunch and won't be back til 1. As a gesture, the nurses gave my mom and I tickets to be used in the cafeteria for lunch. As if that made me feel any better. Nevertheless, my mom was hungry so we went. When we returned after a horrible lunch that's worse than Stony food, we were called in to a room. We went in thinking that finally we were going to see the doctor. After 45minutes inside however, I found out that the doctors have yet to return from their lunch. I was furious, as were the other patients in the other patient rooms waiting for a doctor's attention. Finally, a doctor of around 30 years old came in. He told us that he was a resident, which again didn't make me feel that much better. But oh well, at least we had a doctor. After a quick examination, we were discharged. 4-hour wait in exchange for 15 minutes with the doc. Great.

Being in the bad mood from the morning's ordeal, I got home pretty upset. It was already 5o clock. I wasted a whole day off. After a quick snack and a bit of tv, I decided to go running at the shore since I havent been there for a couple of days. This is where my day picked up. As I ran towards Owls Head, I heard a rumbling. Assuming it was just a plane, I ignored it. I was only half right. Actually, sorry, I was 1/9 right. There were 9 planes in total, flying in formation over the water. At first I thought they were just flying to get from point A to point B. But then they kept turning and consistently flew over the water. Then finally, they started leaving smoke behind them. The initial white smoke quickly turned into colors of red, white, and blue. Runners, bikers, roller-bladers, fishermen, and the other regulars of the shore all stopped their activities to watch. It was a magnificant scenery. The planes flew in triangle formation leaving behind trials of patriotism. Then they separated, 5 flying one way, 4 in the other way. Still leaving colors behind where they flew, the sky air above the water quickly became a canvas of red, blue, pink, and purple clouds. It was pretty awesome. I ended up watching the planes for a good 30minutes, which ultimately meant that my plan for running was a failure. Nevertheless, it did brighten my mood, especially when I saw all the people who would've been busy just stop everything they were doing to marvel at the scenery. Cars that usually wouldn't have stopped on the busy freeway, pulled over to the grassy area so that the kids and parents inside can come out to get a better view. Again, it was awesome. I just wish I had a camera with me, or Diana or Debby or Allen. Also, as I watched, I couldn't help but think of my friend Chris still in Florida. How I wish one of those guys could've been you man.