I've pasted a Reuters report below, copied from Yahoo News. It's about the B737 Ethiopian Airlines plane which crashed in Beirut on 25 Jan 2010 (Monday).
Why? Actually, I'm not even sure how to put this. It may be nothing, it may be something. But I'm not feeling very good about myself.
I woke up with a start on 24 Jan 2010 (Sunday) because I had dreamt of a plane crash.
Let me describe my dream before you read the report.
In my dream, it was the loud thunder claps and lightning flashes which gave me a shock and drew me to the window. There seemed to be a raging lightning storm. I couldn't quite see the rain it was the lightning that caught my attention. I seemed to be in an apartment and looking from the panels of glass windows. My Grandparents, aunts and uncles used to live in an apartment in Whampoa Drive. The sitting room had a whole panel of swing out glass windows. There was no blockage and from the sitting room of that 14th Storey flat, we could see all the way to the sea of ships all the way south of Singapore (even though we were in Whampoa Drive).
In my dream, I seemed to be standing at that window (yes, strange but it wasn't so much the location but the fact that I had a very good view).
I had a very clear view of the dark sky. Because of the lightning, the black sky was lit up orangey red whenever the lightning flashed. I noticed (remember I'm dreaming, please) immediately that the sky was crowded with the flashing lights of planes. I remember asking myself why there seemed to be so many planes flying about.
I observed two planes travelling towards each other but of course they were flying at different altitudes. I held my breath and watched as the two commercial liners approached each other and managed to pass each other successfully. I remember still seeing their flashing lights but the focus was no longer on them. There was another big plane flying in from the right, towards the left. It was nearly in the middle of my focus (meaning, in the middle of this wide panel of glass windows I was viewing from) when out of the blue, a smaller plane came flying overhead the apartment block.
Let me describe this simply:
Large plane --> from 3 O'Clock flying towards 9 O'Clock.
Small plane --> from 6 O'Clock flying towards 12 O'Clock.
Lightning was flashing all the time and I could see only everytime it flashed because the whole dark sky would light up. The smaller plane was heading towards the bigger plane and it was apparent to me that it was making a climb (ascending). I again held my breath and watched as this small plane approached the bigger plane.
The smaller plane was at a lower altitude and was going under the bigger plane.
They crossed each other successfully.
Then, as soon as the bigger plane moved towards the left of my view (left of the windows). The smaller plane who had just passed under it, began to wobble badly. At that moment, (in my dream), I knew the bigger plane's jetwash caused it. I'm no aviation expert and this was a dream, so don't ask me why I would think that.
Anyhow, the smaller plane ascended steeply and I noticed its nose suddenly going right upwards (towards 12 O'Clock) and then it stalled and it was like frozen for a few seconds in that position before it fell straight downwards and out of my sight.
A great orangey red ball of fire lit up the horizon against the whole dark sky and I remember screaming and thinking, 'Oh no! Oh no! The plane crashed! Where's my camera? I could be the only witness to this whole thing'!!! I was screaming frantically for the household to wake up.
The feeling was so horrible that I woke up.
Over breakfast, yours truly couldn't help but relate this to the hubby and kids. They said I was nuts. They also reminded me to stay away from the planes at the Singapore Airshow 2010 (My day job usually requires me to attend the Airshow for work related matters) because maybe it's a premonition. I thought OK we'll see at the Airshow. I said a silent prayer that all the planes at the Singapore Airshow 2010 would be safe.
I walked around all day like with a hangover or something. My head felt so heavy. I recall later that day, as we were in the car on our way somewhere, it dawned on me that perhaps I had gotten that dream because I needed to pray for that plane.
Here's the embarrassing thing. I only said a very short prayer in tongues. It was short because I didn't really believe that I'd be able to sort of prophesy through a dream. Having said that, I really must say that I do not for a second doubt the power of prayer.
Events may not have happened the way I had dreamt it but since hearing and reading about the crash of the Ethiopian Airlines plane, I've just been wondering if I could have done things differently by sending out a message to my prayer chain group. It's silly but I feel like I've let those people down......
This is how I sort of visualized it in my dream:
(The below article was copied from Yahoo News.
Sorry - I don't mean to infringe on anyone's copyright by pasting the below article. I am willing to remove it if anyone miscontrues it as me ripping their news report off. Don't sue me, I can't afford to pay you anyway.)
BEIRUT (Reuters) – All 90 people aboard an Ethiopian Airlines plane were feared dead after it plunged into the Mediterranean in a ball of fire, minutes after taking off from Beirut in a raging thunderstorm on Monday.
More than 16 hours after the crash and with night falling, authorities downplayed hopes of finding survivors and search efforts focused on recovering the remains of passengers still strapped to their seats and the black box flight recorders.
Flight ET409, a Boeing 737-800, heading for Addis Ababa, disappeared off the radar five minutes after taking off at 2:37 a.m. (7:37 p.m. ET).
The Lebanese army said the plane had broken up in the air before plummeting into rough seas. One witness described the impact as a "flash that lit up the whole sea."
Lebanese President Michel Suleiman said he did not think the plane had been brought down deliberately, emphasizing "a sabotage attack is unlikely."
Defense Minister Elias el-Murr said that weather "in principle" was to blame for the crash. He later told local media there was information indicating "it was a pilot error" but did not provide further details.
Ethiopian Airlines CEO Girma Wake said he had spoken with Lebanese authorities and there was no word of survivors. Eighty-three passengers and seven crew were on the flight.
Twenty-four bodies, including those of two toddlers, had been recovered. At least six of the bodies recovered were of Ethiopians, officials said.
Only one of the 14 bodies being examined at a Beirut hospital, where weeping relatives gathered, was identifiable. The rest would require DNA testing to confirm identities, Health Minister Mohammad Khalifeh said.
HOPES FADE
Khalifeh said hopes were fading for any survivors. A U.S. Navy ship with advanced equipment arrived in Lebanon to aid in the night search.
Mangled debris, aircraft seats and luggage washed up on the shore south of Beirut near the airport's main runway.
Fifty-four of those on board were Lebanese, 22 were Ethiopian, two were British and there also were Canadian, Russian, French, Iraqi, Syrian, and Turkish nationals.
Marla Pietton, wife of the French ambassador to Lebanon Denis Pietton, was on the plane, the embassy said. Most of the Lebanese passengers were Shi'ites from southern Lebanon who have business interests in Africa.
The Lebanese government declared a day of mourning. Prime Minister Saad al-Hariri visited the airport to meet distraught relatives, some of whom were angry that the plane was allowed to take off in bad weather.
"They should have delayed the flight for an hour or two to protect the passengers. There had been strong lightning bolts and we hear that lightning strikes at planes, especially during take-offs," a relative of one of the passengers said.
Information Minister Tareq Mitri said there was no reason not to give the plane the permission to take off.
"Other planes landed and took off after and before it. There was no reason why the airport authorities should not have allowed it to take off," he told reporters.
INTERNATIONAL HELP
Airline CEO Girma said he did not think the crew would have taken off in dangerous weather conditions.
"There was bad weather. How bad it is, I will not be able to say. But, from what I see, probably it was manageable weather otherwise the crew would not have taken off," he told reporters in the Ethiopian capital Addis Ababa.
A team of investigators from Ethiopia, including Ethiopian Airlines officials, arrived in Beirut. Boeing said it was coordinating with the U.S. National Transportation Safety Board to assist Lebanese authorities in the inquiry.
Lebanese army, U.N. peacekeepers in Lebanon, Cypriot police and the British military stationed in Cyprus provided helicopters, ships and divers to aid search-and-rescue efforts in an area off Na'ameh, 10 km (six miles) south of the capital.
State-owned Ethiopian Airlines has positioned itself as a major player in international air traffic in Africa and has recently expanded its Asian network.
Girma said the plane, built in 2002, last underwent a maintenance check on December 25 and no technical problems were found. The plane had been leased from a division of U.S. financing company CIT Group.
Last Friday the airline announced an order for 10 of Boeing 737-800s for $767 million.
Ethiopian Airlines has regular flights to Lebanon, catering for business clients and the thousands of Ethiopians who work there as domestic helpers. Some passengers had been en route to Angola and other African countries.
The last incident involving Ethiopian Airlines was in November 1996 when 125 of the 175 passengers and crew died after a hijacked Boeing 767 crashed off the Comoros Islands.
(Additional reporting by Mariam Karouny and Laila Bassam in Beirut, Barry Malone in Addis Ababa, Tim Hepher in Paris and Michele Kambas in Nicosia; Writing by Yara Bayoumy; Editing by Michael Roddy)
26 Jan 2010
19 Jan 2010
Cartoon Lagoon - Whimsical Art Cards
Hello my dear friends who have been waiting for new shoe designs. The good news is I HAVE been painting and enjoying it very much. The bad news (for me it's still good news!) is I have not been coming up with new shoe designs.
I have been painting on paper! In fact, that is how Cartoon Lagoon even started out back in the 80s; a teenage girl's pocket money sideline. Yes, I'm still accepting orders for Cartoon Lagoon's Hand Painted shoes but I just had the urge to go back to basics and not be restricted by the limited size of a shoe canvas. Had a really wonderful weekend just painting whimsical cartoon characters.
Here's a birthday card I painted over the weekend for my lovely God-daughter / niece, Lauren who's always reminded me of a cherub; very cheerful and lovely! But keeping in mind that she'll be turning into a teen in a couple of years, I'd decided not to use too pastel a colour on her. You know how it is when they go through that 'eeks! that colour is not cool' phase.
Watercolours on paper! Ah, my first love. It's a medium I can't use on Cartoon Lagoon's Dare-to-wear Hand Painted Shoes. But definitely something I've missed!
I was drafting some ideas before actually painting and my son told me my animals kinda looked like Jelly Beans so that gave me the idea to call my dogs 'THE JELLY BEAN DOGS'. My daughter commented that 'Mum is in a painting frenzy' and indeed I was! I was exploding with ideas and new characters but first, I wanted to expand on my so-and-so with The Jelly Bean Dogs idea.
So, here's another card for another niece, Liza!
Next up are some cards headed for my brother's family Down Under. Can't quite believe those cute lil' bubs are turning 1!!! Here's something for Libby, the older twin. Now, barely 1, the twins can hardly tell me their favourite colours but I know what colours the Twins' Mama loves them to be in (eh, let me see.......from the piles of pink and purple baby outfits, what could they possibly be???)
And here's one for Jazzy!
And here's a tongue-in-cheek one for my brother and his wife:
So, see? I had a really fun weekend.
Customised water colour paintings on Acid-free wood pulp paper.
Card size is approximately half an A4 paper when folded. Empty inside.
Contact me if you're interested in customised cards or wall pictures. They are suitable for framing and will light up any kid's room! Open to discuss about size and themes.
I only paint whimsical cartoon characters so if you're looking to tell me that a human should not have wings, then erm, my designs may not appeal to you.
Er....just a gentle reminder. If you so much as 'save a copy' or 'cut and paste' or pass these pictures off as your own, then it'll be a one-of-a-kind face-off from me....
fiona@cartoonlagoon.com.sg
12 Jan 2010
Broccoli is a MEAT
Did you know that Broccoli is a meat?
Ah yes. But it's only in Singapore. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it. We are after all, Uniquely Singapore.
My colleague and I had lunch at the Koufu Food Court yesterday in Punggol Plaza. He ordered from the Mixed Rice stall; he had rice with a variation of two vegetables and a meat. The stall assistant charged him for two meat and a veg instead (the more meat, the more expensive).
Why?
Because according to her, Broccoli is expensive, so it's counted as eh.....a meat.
That's cunning. Selling an expensive veg but calling it a meat.
Hey, it's not unique to Koufu, hor. I patronised the Mixed Rice stall at the Kopitiam foodcourt in Compasspoint recently and was told likewise, that my salted veg (mei chai or 'buay' chai) was counted as a meat type. Why? Because there were pieces of stewed pork mixed in the veg. That was odd cos when I got home, I stared real hard at the mei chai but couldn't find a single piece of pork.
Don't say I didn't warn you; Uniquely Singapore.
(Excuse the horrible drawing of a sad Broccoli. Drew it with the basic paint programme and my pathetic mouse.)
8 Jan 2010
Vintage handbag
I've actually kept a handbag long enough for my teenage daughter to find it 'cool!' to use. Gulp.
See, Daddy lovingly bought Mummy this slingbag as a surprise gift back in the mid-90s. That was when Sogo Tampines still existed. Mummy was elated that Daddy had actually sprung a surprise gift on her without her prompting and had actually chosen the gift all by himself. But Mummy was wondering if Daddy had realised that slingbags were already making way for handcarried bags.
Mummy does recall Daddy saying, 'Ay, real leather, leh!'.
Mummy loved the bag because Daddy gave it out of love but Mummy also hated the design because the design made her look more 'teacher-like' (yes, Mummy was a teacher back then but need Daddy dig it further in?).
Did that make sense? Hubs bought me a bag which I loved and hated at the same time. I refused to throw it out because I loved the fact that it was a REAL gift from his heart. He tried to make me give it away several times (because eh he noticed I never carried it???) but I refused. I mean, how much space can a yucky black slingbag take, right?
Well, guess what? It's back in fashion (that was quick!)
Here's the black 'leather' slingbag from hubs which I've kept in immaculate condition deep in the recesses of my bag closet:
See, Daddy lovingly bought Mummy this slingbag as a surprise gift back in the mid-90s. That was when Sogo Tampines still existed. Mummy was elated that Daddy had actually sprung a surprise gift on her without her prompting and had actually chosen the gift all by himself. But Mummy was wondering if Daddy had realised that slingbags were already making way for handcarried bags.
Mummy does recall Daddy saying, 'Ay, real leather, leh!'.
Mummy loved the bag because Daddy gave it out of love but Mummy also hated the design because the design made her look more 'teacher-like' (yes, Mummy was a teacher back then but need Daddy dig it further in?).
Did that make sense? Hubs bought me a bag which I loved and hated at the same time. I refused to throw it out because I loved the fact that it was a REAL gift from his heart. He tried to make me give it away several times (because eh he noticed I never carried it???) but I refused. I mean, how much space can a yucky black slingbag take, right?
Well, guess what? It's back in fashion (that was quick!)
Here's the black 'leather' slingbag from hubs which I've kept in immaculate condition deep in the recesses of my bag closet:
And here's a brown bag which belongs to my daughter:
Ah yes! Now you get it. Those ugly sling bags from the 80s and 90s, they've been spotted on teenage shoulders for some time now and you've noticed it too, right?
When daughter needed a black, sling bag for my 'Fine Dining / Etiquette course tomorrow', I was struggling to find her a decent black bag (because I've thrown out my decent black bags in favour of other colours).
But Daddy had a brilliant suggestion! 'Ay, how about that bag I bought you which you never used?'
Brilliant! Even I did not think of that.
Daughter was elated. 'So cool!!!'. Yes, that black bag passed the test of time. My keeping it was not in vain.
Did I mention that the black bag was needed to match daughter's new G2000 blouse and skirt which was 'on offer'? All that fashion for a compulsory course run by the school. Now you know why Mummy has to wear S$10 pasar malam clothes.
Knee Injury - Healed
Wanted to share with my readers my post (at my other blog Cartoon Lagoon Joy) about the healing of my knee injury (which I'd mentioned about in my previous post):
http://cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com/
http://cartoonlagoonjoy.blogspot.com/
5 Jan 2010
Both Kids in Secondary School
So the boy headed off for his first day in secondary school on his own. Well, technically he didn't make his own way there. The 'baby' of our family still got chauffered there by his dad. But none of us hung around. Dad just dropped him off at the porch in the pouring rain. I didn't even send him off. I got to sleep in a little longer before heading for work. For years, this has been our routine.
Dad is a morning person. Mum is a night person. Therefore, anything requiring early morning wake ups will rely on Dad and anything to do with late night stay ups, will rely on Mum. Good arrangement except when Mum is dead tired at 1 am on a work night and one kid needs Mum's help with cutting his toenails and the other needs Mum to dig her itchy ears (can you believe these are secondary school kids?).
Anyhow, the champ came back and said a whole bunch of parents hung around the school hall on the first day of school. Wow. Didn't even think of doing that. I mean, cut toenails and dig ears I can but bite my nails over their first day in secondary school?
The girl? Aiyah, already in Sec. 4. Didn't even buy new books this year (said she didn't mind using her cousin's old books) and have yet to buy any new uniforms. Think it's not comfortable and uncool to be wearing new uniforms in Sec 4.
She came back and said she was the only one who had handed in her art project in her class. Good job, girl! All those nights of falling asleep with paint smeared all over her face and fingers (not to mention my badly-treated paint bruses and paint tubes!!!) have resulted in the teacher awarding her some extra marks! But really, jeepers creepers, don't you think instead of just getting extra marks, the rest should just fail??? I'll post some of her art soon. She's got some talent going. I think she should combine her love for the computer and art and head for some digiart course in the polytechnic after her 'O' Levels this year. The girl hasn't quite made up her mind yet if she should aim to enter a JC or the Poly. She's still wondering if she should give up struggling with her normal Chinese paper and sit for Paper B instead. I'm all for it. It's a stupid policy that's affected my kids' lives and changes on a National level will come too late for them. So Mum, who's evidently the self-elected Minister of Home Affairs will decide. Paper B it will be!!!
My thoughts are a bit random today. It has to do with the fact that I'm suddenly freed from the confines of having a primary school kid! I've suddenly decided that I'm going to let my eyebrows and short hair grow out. Ha ha. Random. I told you. I'm sick of having to pluck my eyebrows every other day because the follicles seem to have time-release fertiliser working on them. As for my hair, well, I'm not much of a short hair person I think. Not anymore anyway. Used to have short hair during my school days but I feel really tom boyish in short hair now. I can't quite be bothered with using hair products (to make my hair stand) and so, it ends up looking quite limp and auntyish. It's actually been 2 months since my last cut and twice yesterday, people said I'd changed my hairstyle even when I haven't. I think it's only because it's suddenly grown out and you know how it is with short cuts. You have to cut every 5 weeks or so to keep it in shape. I'm much too lazy and not adventurous enough to go for such frequent hair cuts. Visits to the hair salon usually end in disaster for me. That's how I deduced I'm not much of a short hair person. Yes, I should have thought of that before snipping 'em locks off!
BTW, I'm nursing a knee injury that's been a pain in the ___. Have been unable to climb stairs without pain the past few weeks. Made me realise just how inconvenient the world is for the handicap. Also made me realise how much good health means to me.
Dad is a morning person. Mum is a night person. Therefore, anything requiring early morning wake ups will rely on Dad and anything to do with late night stay ups, will rely on Mum. Good arrangement except when Mum is dead tired at 1 am on a work night and one kid needs Mum's help with cutting his toenails and the other needs Mum to dig her itchy ears (can you believe these are secondary school kids?).
Anyhow, the champ came back and said a whole bunch of parents hung around the school hall on the first day of school. Wow. Didn't even think of doing that. I mean, cut toenails and dig ears I can but bite my nails over their first day in secondary school?
The girl? Aiyah, already in Sec. 4. Didn't even buy new books this year (said she didn't mind using her cousin's old books) and have yet to buy any new uniforms. Think it's not comfortable and uncool to be wearing new uniforms in Sec 4.
She came back and said she was the only one who had handed in her art project in her class. Good job, girl! All those nights of falling asleep with paint smeared all over her face and fingers (not to mention my badly-treated paint bruses and paint tubes!!!) have resulted in the teacher awarding her some extra marks! But really, jeepers creepers, don't you think instead of just getting extra marks, the rest should just fail??? I'll post some of her art soon. She's got some talent going. I think she should combine her love for the computer and art and head for some digiart course in the polytechnic after her 'O' Levels this year. The girl hasn't quite made up her mind yet if she should aim to enter a JC or the Poly. She's still wondering if she should give up struggling with her normal Chinese paper and sit for Paper B instead. I'm all for it. It's a stupid policy that's affected my kids' lives and changes on a National level will come too late for them. So Mum, who's evidently the self-elected Minister of Home Affairs will decide. Paper B it will be!!!
My thoughts are a bit random today. It has to do with the fact that I'm suddenly freed from the confines of having a primary school kid! I've suddenly decided that I'm going to let my eyebrows and short hair grow out. Ha ha. Random. I told you. I'm sick of having to pluck my eyebrows every other day because the follicles seem to have time-release fertiliser working on them. As for my hair, well, I'm not much of a short hair person I think. Not anymore anyway. Used to have short hair during my school days but I feel really tom boyish in short hair now. I can't quite be bothered with using hair products (to make my hair stand) and so, it ends up looking quite limp and auntyish. It's actually been 2 months since my last cut and twice yesterday, people said I'd changed my hairstyle even when I haven't. I think it's only because it's suddenly grown out and you know how it is with short cuts. You have to cut every 5 weeks or so to keep it in shape. I'm much too lazy and not adventurous enough to go for such frequent hair cuts. Visits to the hair salon usually end in disaster for me. That's how I deduced I'm not much of a short hair person. Yes, I should have thought of that before snipping 'em locks off!
BTW, I'm nursing a knee injury that's been a pain in the ___. Have been unable to climb stairs without pain the past few weeks. Made me realise just how inconvenient the world is for the handicap. Also made me realise how much good health means to me.
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