The Day I Flew Away

As usual, the attempt to sleep a night before going home failed. Didn't know what else to do, I called the taxi and left for airport. Orchard- Changi unexpectedly took less time than Bugis-Changi, I reached the airport around 5.30 am, 15 minutes before check-in time.
The airport was freeeeeeezzzziiiinggg coldddddd. 15 minutes felt so longggg.

I still lost my appetite since assessment, which is good, so I wasn't too upset finding the lounge with the cheesy sausages was being renovatedddd.

Okay I was, a little. It's okayy so there's more room for hokben, I just didn't know what to do then. So I decided to sit there trying to have some sleep (failed. again. not that kinda person), waiting for the gate to be opened.

I was walking towards the gate when I found a new waiting room different from others, the carpet pattern's different, the benches are brown, warm, and nice, and ohhh it's my waiting room!!!

Big clear window, and look what God painted in the sky that early morning..

That's my plane..

That was the first time I fly without even reading the airlines' magazine hahahahaa. Too sleepy. I 'lost my conciousness' for seconds, few times, hahahaha.

God's white soft sculptures (the clouds), with the grand lights (the sunlights) are always breathtaking.

That was one of my longest SG-Jakarta flight, maybe because I didn't read the magazine?

* * * The captain's speaking. Yay* * *

I always choose to sit on the far right side of the plane, because if the weather's nice and the angle's right, I can see the city when approaching the destination. And thank God, I could!

Looking down, smiling happily, "Thank God, that's my Jakarta,"