The flight

It is blogging time again. Y am I keep spending my precious time for such a useless thing? Whatsortever. 1 june 2007, the day that I wont forget in my whole life. Finally, the time had came. I went to kl one day before, because my house is in Sibu, and I was afraid that airasia would probably delay the flight. So, in order to play safe, I had decided to go there a day earlier and stay one night in my friend's house. Till now, I amnt sure whether it was a coincidence or what, because that night, my friend was having a farewell party with all of his close friends. He invited me to come along and there was no reason for me to reject it too. After all, a farewell party, sounds pretty good, right?

So, I went. But the thing that I had never predicted was that, y there was such a weird feeling in my heart when I saw his friends and him were playing and enjoying the dinner together? Friends, I also got dozens of them and they can also be as close as them too. So, what the hell was going wrong with me? Well, sitting isolated oneself around the corner and kept thinking for a quite long time, finally I came out with my conclusion. I thought that I was not yet prepared to come to france. That time, we only got one week holiday to say goodbye to our beloved ones, our family and all of our friends. Was it enough? I dont think so. So, it was obvious that I still got something that was left behind and hadnt done yet before moving on. I didnt say goodbye to my family properly. And i didnt have a farewell party with all my friends properly like my friend did. But, I was still glad that some of my best friends had really spent a nice night with me during my one week miserable holiday. And, the most of all, I didnt say out my true feeling to her...

The next day was the most cruel one. All of my friends who were going to france with me were together in the airport with their parents, except me, who was alone around the corner. I didnt blame my parents for not coming to say goodbye to me, serious, because I know that the flight ticket wasnt so cheap not to mention my family financial condition that time. I comforted myself saying that, nevermind, at least my parents had already sent me to sibu airport yesterday, and I considered that as my last reunion with my family. Then I took out my hp and made a call back home, telling my parents that now I was going to go to france and asked them not to worry about me, all will be fine as usuall. And then, we went aboard and most of my friends were crying after they checked-in. Their parents were sobbing when they said farewell to them. I talked to myself that time, it was about time to start a new journey already. But, I didnt feel excited like most of my friends did, and the reason was so obvious. It was because france has never been my destination in my life. I will jz consider it as a transit before going to Japan someday.