Like a Dream

Sunday, August 15^th, 2010 18.30 Jakarta time

I’m on the plane right now. Still feels like a dream. My license exam. Going to Spain. Everything. I’m on Cathay Pasific now. 16 C. Aisle. CX 776 to Hong Kong.

It’s only been 3 hours, but I feel so exhausted now. Lack of sleep and now, after queueing for 1 hour to check-in in Soekarno Hatta airport, fiskal, imigration, sad-saying-goodbye with my family, I’m sitting alone, 38.000 km above the sea, 657 km from Hong Kong. Alone. No one to talk to. Not even the girl next to me since she felt asleep right after she sat.

Silly eh, hundreds km from home and I feel homesick already. I miss my warm bed, hot tea, arin kiki mama papa devri. But I still have days to go. And now, I’m above the South China Sea.

Suddenly I asked myself stupid things. Why am I doing this? Go alone far away from home. Away from my comfort zone.

I finally break my fasting. One hour before 6 o’clock Jakarta time. It’s already 6 pm in Hong Kong but my watch still shows 5 pm. I’m between the feeling to still having my fasting and the urge for eating. I got a heart burn. I guess its GERD. I feel the acid.

The light is off now. I sleep for a while. Sleppy but can’t sleep is suffering. 49 minutes left to Hong Kong. Well, let’s try to sleep again.

NB: You have to order Muslim-meal at least 20 hours before check-in. Not when you’re check-in.

Another note: aisle is good. But not when the person in the window seat closed the window.