BlackBird, Fly

生命的意義，能夠了解的 只有聖人和詩人了

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經過張雨生，陶大偉等等演員演出後二十五年後，看了這部劇。

劇中劇外，春去秋來。

淡水之於我，是過去約會的地方，是爸爸上班的地方，是小學教我們水鼻仔的地方。

Statue of Liberty. So? What's gonna be next? 

You know sometimes life is like chasing something. Once you had achieved it you dont feel happy. However, it comes with some sentimental feeling.

From zero to what ? 400 hrs in 777? That looks like a joke to some of the foreign pilots. Wide-body aircraft? In your dream. 

Yes, I'm living in my dream. 

I've got lost in check point of this journy. As a matter of fact I still am. Now I think I can devide pilot into two different categories. One, who enjoys flying. Never get bored sitting in the cockpit who knows and has all the passion through flying. Second, who doesn't really like the flying part, but the rest of it.

愛麵一族 嘗鮮主義 就和去台灣酒館點whisky順便要點一盤滷味一樣 

雙人徐在內湖 趁我還沒忘記的時候用幾張照片證明到此一吃 

畢竟吃個六百多塊的炸醬麵可不是照三餐 

主食 炸醬麵 配上早就搭好的紅酒 寬麵的嚼感不是一般的爽 戴牙套也沒問題

開放式廚房 當場下麵（x） 給你吃 

旅人的生活 飛行的態度

在不同的時區生活 又交涉著在另外一個時區的人 

時間同樣的滴答 倫敦的一小時和台北的一小時一樣長 只是當我細胞是晚上時有可能外面太陽正大

旅館的兩層窗簾和冰箱正是為此而生 可以把倫敦的房間隔成台北時間 

這樣的生活需要一些平衡 旅人或許背包裡不想要太多累贅 但也常為沒有對象分享而偶爾感到乏味

早上七點，機場的尖峰時刻，各個蓄勢待發的大綠鳥排排站，拿著班表，今天的班號....

航路訓練一個多月，二十幾趟飛完了。 

過了一輪，日本，泰國，馬來西亞，美國，香港，澳門，又回來倫敦。

我想這個訓練不但是技巧的養成，了解各個國家機場運作及進場規定。也練習職業飛行員的生活和個性。

飛行員的行李箱很簡單：護照，制服，幾件t-shirt 和牛仔褲，再把口袋塞進護照和夾雜各國紙鈔的皮夾。

從紙老虎（paper tiger） 到md11模擬機，征戰兩個月的單引擎起降後，777的百萬空機pattern也隨著班表流走了

旅行對於飛行員，我們準備的不是旅館的哪個房型，哪間pub的specail cocktail。而是天空中的航路a走到航路b，飛機的後推到起飛和降落。所以從某個層面來說，台北到香港和台北到倫敦對我們來說程序都是一樣，只是飛行時間長短而已。

長途飛行，其他人也許帶著羨慕的眼光：wow，你又去了哪，你又跨了哪個大陸。但經過十幾個小時的工作， 我想誰都期待棉被多一點。

從一個城市到另一個城市是我們的職責，也是bonus。今天看到他，明天離開他，對於城市快閃族，layover是奢侈。我們的速度要超過地球自轉的速度，時區也只是手錶上的一個設定而已。

年輕人終歸是年輕人，棉被報不到三小時，天亮了就要抓著相機出門，睡覺？馬的太浪費。 錢包，鑰匙（房卡），和小綠護照，走。

Living in the dream. 

That's what perfectly fits me. From zero to my first solo. Then commerical license, then proceed to my Boeing type rating. I'm proceeding it. Like the way I wanted 3 years ago. 

Things came, and things gone. Characteristically I change somehow. My eyes get wilden, and hope my vision is wilder too. 

Today, I pause and rethink the path. To my Mom, Dad, Bro and Sis, thanks to you and I move on. We didn't really talk. But for this bloody relationship is unbreakable. Today I'm 28 years old and I should take the responsibility of what I should be. To support a my family or even create my own.  

Come fly with me.

  I turly agree with one of my friend saying : I like my old picture. Not because how pretty I was but how happy I was for the moment. 

WE LIVE FOR THE MOMENT.

Totally, flying simulator for one thing is just like this. Facing all these stage checks I dont know if I would be able to proceed myself to the next step. All I can do is to clear all my mind and perform one good landing.

I only have one shot. As I know more about it, I feel how complex it is. 

So does something call love. It was simple. You like me and I like you and that's it. Case close. What else to be worry about? Oh Dear, as simple as it seems as harder as it comes. Since we are no young no more.

All the way from Jan to April. The ground secession is close to an end. I always know the morn I learn, and the even more unkown. There's nowhere near deep. I'm still on the surface. 

Though we didn't talk much really. From liking him in the beginng, because he will do what he can to satisfy us. To my revolutionary period that I dislike him from every angle. He's the wall of the family that block every possibility that I could be wrong. During then I was the rebel that on the opposite of hitting the wall. I dug my own tunnel for my private gateaway. He's old school of course. I was thinking that if he wants me to be just like what he wants. Why putting me in a school like this? My vision has been broaden but I cannot just DO. 

And little by little I started to recall this whole years. Then I discovered this picture on the desk. My 30-year-old dad. With his fashion hair style and those eyes what I see everyday in the mirror. (The eyes of the pilot maybe, coz his the one with the best eyesight. ) He definitely has changed a lot. For all these years. Me went to college/ army/ Shanghai/ California/ Eva( Temp?). Even though we didnt talk much he provided some silent support. Unlike my Mom is on the front line. He got his infornation needed from overhearing us or he might use Mom as a messenger. He's a shy big man I can say. (So I guess we have the same gene). 

I start to admire him to build this castle that we can settle down and do something crazy. Those adventure cannot be done without his effert from behind. 

And Yes, by the time when I'm 30....

What a day to start the new 2012. 

I was nervous last night, thinking about the single-engine out I did on the simulator. Which is pretty lousy, not even maintaining my directional control. Then I think of all the people that support me, who have confidence in me. There's a saying that : believe in oneselve before making belief to someone else. 

I was holding this kind of complex emotion, my eyelid was half open and half close due to the tiredness of the drinking contest of our year end party. I felt asleep without concious. 

Then I heard my phone ring. It was 6 in the morning. I dare not read the message that pop out. But I coudn't coz iphone automatically show the msg receieved. It was from 長榮. It was the congratulation letter. And it was the ticket I'm long for. 

I woke up and searched for my mom. Apparently she left for work. Then I jumped into my dad's room. Shouting that I passed. He was half sleep. He's happiness is alwasy this cool. He tapped my back saying good job. And I knew I relif some of his worries about me. Then he called my brother, and Mom. 

I have the control, then I do it. 

The more I fly the more I find out how challenging it is to become a real pilot.

We have tests that cannot fail, deadline that cannot cross, and less help you can get. After getting the clearance, here's how I get the job done. I'm on my own. 

I still enjoy flying. Though my concentration on the instrument has replaced the excitement. The truth is : being professional would take part of the joy away. Indeed, the landscape is not anywehere better even though I'm flying a more sophisticated airplane. I'm not worry about which restaurant to kick. But the weather, airport status, fuel capacity, ETD and ETA are those got on my nerve.  

Time to roll. I've got an airplane to fly.