a plane.

dear naniey,

yes my bali experience is not complete as you have told me.the plane is one of the things that i failed to describe. documenting it was my first priority for it will be a good story. No, a great imagination.

I remember closing my eyes when the plane started to move. every flicker of my eyelids adds some dramatic thumps to the scene. my baggage were loaded successfully and my red camera bag were put onto my lap. pictures were taken freely while the seat restricted our movements. we sat in a row and i sat near the window. the sky was pitch black but the runway n LCCT was clear as a luminated garden for fairies.

coming to a halt, the attendants demonstrated the emergency procedures. things to do and not to do. Actions were demonstrated based on the recording that forced thier way through the speakers, the voice were rough. It was very exiting and funny since they looked as if they were forced but still smiled to ensure us of thier hospitality.

And the fun part begins.

Seat belts on, table set in place and not permitted to go down. electronics were kindly asked to be switched off by the air attendants. pacing back and forward like prefects ensuring that everybody was following the rules. i imagined the tyres rolling as the plane moved and i saw the wings flapped. the plane speeds. imagine when u press the accelerator on a car on an empty highway. the adrenaline, the fear, the enjoyment. heck it was better. i can feel the heavy metal lift off the ground, as if lighter than air. continue to ascend straight up to the sky. yes naniey, i smiled during the whole lift-off procedure. It was like riding APPA! in his restricted overpopulated back.

the sky was dark and still the ground glimmer. plane shifted to a degree and exposed the land to us. street lights were diffrent from the sky view. like veins on a leaf suddenly glow with the brightest light possible. along the way storms can be seen horizontally parallel to us. flicker of lights gone within seconds. the flourecent viens began dissapearing from sight and my eyes followed being engulfed in the dark.

upon reading the lotus eater, i need to pee-pee. it was a unique expirience as i can hear the air became vaccum inside the toilet plastic or ceramic as i flushed away my junk.

immigration forms were distributed and the pilot announces his thanks for riding with Air Asia. the speaker still pose a problem as the sounds were hard to decipher. or is it due to the language boundary?

yours sincerely, crpt.