en route... not really.

ever had such big wall of expectation, which in mere hours, if not minutes or seconds, crumbled down to crap?

i supposedly was going home today and i am not actually capable to be writing this if only i were in the plane.

yes, i am here still at melbourne.

the flight was cancelled. what made me flustered was... the cancellation was not due to volcanic ashes or other at least, awesome natural disruption, it was simply because of an engine problem on the plane: hence make the plane inoperable . yes, my plane, not the other qantas planes, not even the other airline services plane which also headed for all the same destination sydney. MY PLANE.

torture had not ended yet. i had to stand for hours queueing to re-book my flight. waiting in line, i told you, was apparently sucks if you had not contented yourself fully since yesterday. i had to go home and... rest for my new flight tomorrow.

well, i was not completely down. an experience it may be, though be bitter as it may. i was flustered, i am still now, but hey, heck it. it happened and it did.

perhaps this eventful day was to re-assure me that i need and want to go back to my home country after almost a year.

don't tell anyone though, i had not been that excited yesterday, so... now i need to be, eh?

EDIT: see you later in surabaya! for sure this time.