Blast Off
Okay, I confess. I’m jealous.
I was not the angkasawan that flew off into space yesterday night en route to the International Space Station.
I may have his qualification but I didn’t have the looks, the bachelorhood, the fortune and a host of things that our rep in space has (which I probably won’t have in a million years).
And yeah, I have serious issues about spending more than 100 million ringgit to send a ’space passenger’ into orbit! And now they want to send the other guy too!! Good grief!
Still, as I watched the rocket blast off last night on TV, my heart felt some emotions.
One was of immense pride! After all, how many countries can boast of having one of its sons in space, even if it’s just to make teh tarik in zero gravity?
The other was of immense concern. Like my wife, the last time I watched a space craft blast off, we were horrified to see it explode in a ball of fire, killing everyone on board including a teacher.
I am glad my colleague is safe in space.
I pray and hope he (and the others) return safely too. I want to know what space teh tarik tastes like.
Thurs, 111007 @ 0803











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