Back to Sydney

I went on the plane with a mixed feeling.. im scared..

Its funny how each time i leave my parents, i cry, no matter how long im going away for.. a week, a month or a year.

I went into one of the magazine shops in the terminal, while choosing my magazine in my little french corner -Glamour (French edition of course)- this tall man was standing next to me and asked "how many hours are you flying?"
I said "9"
He goes "that can last you 9 hours easy"
I laughed and looked at the magazine he was holding and said "can that last you 12?"
Obviously he was flying to France, Paris of course.
We chatted for a while, we laughed.. then we said bye.
I love being at the airport, its always so fascinating to meet different people with different interesting culture, background, experiences.. life stories.

I sat at 38G, next to the aisle. The taiwanese lady next to me slept from beginning till end, i envy her ability to sleep in an upright position, the 2 guys on the other side of the aisle chatted non stop -young uni students showing each other their uni timetable.
And I, was vomitting. I havent had plane sick since i was 5 or 6. Wow, here comes my childish side again. I vomitted, people turned their back on me coz they found it disgusting, i looked around, i cried. I always cry when im sick alone. I wasnt looking for a hug at that mo, but at least someone to ask me "are you ok?"
After a bit of crying, i handed my "artwork" to one of the ugly steward. He looked at the bag and took a big step back and said "vomit?"
I wasnt expecting for that reaction, i thought this kind of thing is what they see everyday at work. Anyway he took my "artwork" away with a not so pleasant smile.

"Australia" and "A night in Rodanthe" were screening. They are both my favorites. "A night in Rodanthe" is considered as "The Notebook of 2008" as I saw on the cover of the DVD at Coles few hours ago. A highly recommended movie.

At supper, I forced myself to eat that overwarmed bread which is as hard as a rock as it cooled down. Then had a bit of pasta, did not touch the chicken salad, took a bite of the base of the cake (the top was orange mousse, im not a great fan of mousse).
Breakfast was horrible. A cold muffin and a cold pastry. The pastry is like a frozen apple pie or croissant. Me being a big fan of croissant (i usually devour 1 every morning) resisted to eat that. I carefully picked the only watermelon piece from the fruit salad bowl without touching the dragonfruit, took me ages to do so coz the tiny lil seeds of that dragonfruit were non stop trying to stick to my "pasteque". Then i left the dessert on the tray -a made in indonesia Tim Tam. Do not get me wrong, it has nothing to do with Indonesia. Its just, Tim Tam to me, is wrong when its made in any other countries than Oz. The taste is different. Im a big fan of my country, nothing beats us.
The odd thing is.. when the flight attendant moved my tray away, she took the Tim Tam out of the tray then put it back on my table. Wow someone cared that i didnt have my "dessert"?

A few strong turbulences happened before we landed. I held my buddha bracelet strong and prayed.

I got off the flight quickly and out of the customs in half an hour. Its the first time they did not check on me, usually it takes me ages, even up to 2 hrs.
A friend came to pick me up and helped me to check my unit. Thanks Adam.
I washed my face and went to coles. Im crazy about coles. I can spend hours there. 1 hr on av. Picked up my bread (i cant live without bread), cheese, tomato, avocado, shaved virginian ham, grapes, bananas.. but i forgot my baby rocket salad!
Passed by the bread shop, got my Finger Bun -finger buns make me happy =)

Came home, watched a bit of my Moses Chan coffee show then took a long overdue nap...