The plane is 38,000 feet above sea level and fast approaching Warsaw. About 1 ½ hours to go and my heart is nowhere near touching down. I’ve been on this cloud nine-heavenly-and-giddy-feeling ever since leaving Changi airport. Those brief moments at KLIA were so satisfying despite it being almost midnight when we there. On transit and yet home is home, no matter how short a time I spend on those soil... ah negaraku, tanah tumpahnya darahku…
I feel like doing a silly pirouette en route to the aircraft toilet. Tired heads nod on both sides of the aisle but mine is not one of them. It's bobbing to some sampat melody...
This whole moment is so much bigger than me.
I feel like doing a silly pirouette en route to the aircraft toilet. Tired heads nod on both sides of the aisle but mine is not one of them. It's bobbing to some sampat melody...
This whole moment is so much bigger than me.
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