My Experience In Singapore

It was about more than half way into our flight and I was abruptly woken up by what seemed to be a lot of turbulence. Turbulence is a feeling that gets me extremely sick. Turbulence reminds me of roller coasters when you reach a high dive drop and my heart

head was clouded with thousands of thoughts like, what if the ride got stuck or will I get sick? Before I

In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.

His 18 years of life crossed his eyes instantly. He started to become nervous and insecure gradually as the airplane was elevating in the air, and he was afraid that the airplane might drop. He could hear the wheels rolling on the ground loudly and it was unpleasant to him. Fernando’s body was reacting. He felt compressed in his chest that his lung was too large for his chest, so he had trouble of breathing, and his heart was pounding rapidly against his rib cage. During the trip, the airplane met a turbulence, so he began to feel more anxious and fearful. He felt that everything in his body wanted to leave him. His blood pressure increased, so he became agitated. Soon he started to feel dizzy and light headed. He was about to lose control of his body; therefore, he grabbed the seat handles tightly and pressed his feet intensely against the floor to prevent his body from shaking. Meanwhile, he was being extremely quiet, and all he heard were the turbulence, his heart beat and heavy breathing. As Fernando described, the ocean view out of the window was beautiful, yet he could not enjoy looking at it at all.

My forehead was rested against the cool plexiglass of the airplane window. The blue seatbelt was pulled tight across my hips. My fingers drummed on my armrest. I felt sick, but was it from nerves or from excitement? This was my first time flying alone and my first time visiting New York City.

It was an early morning in antioch california where I was vast asleep at my grandma’s house. Until my father suddenly woke me up and said “we have to go” and that's how it all started. So I got up and got dressed, ate little bit of cereal and hopped outside with my bags. “Oh my god” I said as loud as I could without waking anyone up around us. There it was A LIMO FOR ME I almost fainted until grandma said “this is just the beginning. We got in the limo and started our adventure. About a 2 hour nap later we arrived at the SFO airport around 8am. I got my bags and said goodbye to our amazing driver, then walked right through those electric airport doors with the biggest smile ever.

It wasn’t my first time travelling outside the country. I had gone on numerous journeys with my parents, and my many experiences gave me a broad view of the world. From seeing the content beachside life of residents in Cancun to the bustling, trendy streets of London, the small fragments of the Earth’s surface I’ve been exposed to have opened my eyes to so much enjoyment and cultural enrichment.

It was a clear sunny day from the look of outside my window. I was relaxing with my seat reclined back, enjoying a nice bowl of french onion soup that was brought to me by the flight attendant. I felt tapping on my left shoulder. My brother Sam looked straight down at me with his smug face and it seemed like he knew something I didn’t.

Turbulence violently jolted the Boeing 777-300ER to and fro thrusting my petite frame into my stodgy neighbors, as I apologized to no avail. Internally, my heart was trembling as I yearned for my family, friends, and everything once familiar to me. Gazing around hopelessly, I cringed at the stares from strangers who already seemed to single me out as an intruder. This uneasy feeling that I thought would never be resolved vanished a grueling twelve and a half hours later as the plane touched down at Narita International Airport. Exiting the tarmac I felt anew; stepping into the crisp Japanese air I felt an intoxicating level of euphoria. The previous dread I had experienced surprisingly turned into a swelling curiosity. Unbeknownst to me at

Our flight was scheduled to leave in 5 hours and we had to check in 2 hours before that, which left us with 1 hour to travel to the airport and to spend 2 hours at the party. Suddenly my uncle came up the stairs and exclaimed “ Who wants cake?!” My reaction was almost instantaneous, I jumped towards the cake, oh how amazing that cake was! The first slice melted on my tongue, it seemed as if the cake had been a mixture of molten chocolate and vanilla ice cream. The cake allowed me to escape my worries about being forgotten, even if it had been only for a moment. The cake took me back to my fifth birthday party, everyone had just been so happy and normal! I remember the smiles that seemed to be a staple of a Sethi family

We were crammed into a C130 passenger aircraft like a can of sardines. Barely able to move with my gear on my lap, I heard the announcement that we were preparing to land. My emotions were running high like everyone else around me.

I woke up to the sound of clapping and cheering. I turned to see everyone on the plane clapping for reasons unknown. I quickly put my seatbelt back on, as I felt the plane starting to land. Finally, no more stale plane food, sleeping in uncomfortable positions and listening to other people snore.

On March 20, 2011, my family and I moved to America after our immigration documents were processed. Immediately before the departure back in Vietnam, I was about 12 years old, back then I had never boarded a plane, and it was my desire travel by plane when I grow up. Come the day of traveling and while at the airport standing next to a window a saw what seemed like a colossal bird approaching, moving closer I realized it was a plane touching down. It was so huge; it was my first time to set my eyes on a plane close to me, the aircraft was very slim and painted blue with a very eye-catching look. It had two wings when it flew the wing of the plane opened like a bird ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. The tail of the aircraft had a tiny fan to help it move back and forth. The two sides of the aircraft had two things like the rockets with colorful flashing lights. Moreover, the head of the plane was designed to look like a bird's head to help it fly faster. After a while, still staring at the plane the receptionist was so smart, and so welcoming. Announcements could be heard from all corners at the passengers waiting launch “Welcome to Asiana Airlines, Flight number NTPL98 is now processing, all customers please report to gate 412”

My family and I were so excited that we didn't even sleep the night before. We spent our Thursday night watching movies and talking about what are plans were for the trip. Once the clock hit 4 o'clock in the morning , we left our house and were on our way to the airport. The airport was quiet and peaceful. I could smell the freshly brewed coffee once I set foot in the airport. We checked in, then waited patiently for our flight to board. Suddenly we heard on the overhead speaker, “Flight to New York, New York is now boarding, Flight to New York, New York now boarding.” Once we boarded the plane, we settled in and got comfy. The flight was fairly smooth with little turbulence and the sweet sound of babies crying filled my ears. Once we heard the pilot's voice telling the crew to prepare for landing, my excitement grew big.

How might the Singapore society differ were it not for these technologies – would the society be more or less heavily regulated? Lee recommends analysing politics and society by addressing how power struggles and relations were played out in the pre-Internet era, namely the maintenance of political control via public support (2005: 74). Foucault defines ‘governmentality’ as the point of contact where the technologies of power interact with the governed. This spurs Lee to postulate that, in order to retain power in the Internet era, 'governments need to be actively involved in shaping the design as well as the societal, cultural and regulatory environment in which the Internet and other new media technologies operate' (2005: 75).