The flight from Bali back to Sydney was an trip of exhaustation. The two hours of waiting didnt feel that long at all, so I thought it was a very good start. But when we got on the plant, there were many babies and the guy behind us never stop taking to his new friend that he just met on the plant. I thought the late night flight will be perfect cause I can just sleep all the way through, and when I wake up I will feel just perfect. That didn’t happen…the babies were crying almost nonstop. At one stage, the baby was just right next to us and screaming. Honestly, honestly, I dont know how can anyone be possibly still asleep…oh well..the person next to me did…I’m still very impress. The crying babies kept waking me up even if I have my earphone on. Then the flight was a bit shaky…somehow I kept having the images of crashing down and if that happen what i should do. Then of course it started to freak me out everytime the flight shakes. I think cause the nervous plays a bit…i started to fell really uncomfortable with my tummy.I tried to relax but listening to some music, read my book, hoping I can go back to sleep. The next minute…we were about to land. So I was walking like a zombie when I got off the plant. I had to wait in the costumes for half hour or even longer
..which made me extra tired. Lucky we had a friend picking us up, we didn’t have to take the taxi or train home. The minute I walked into the house…i went to the bed…and sleep…i was so tired that I can’t even speak English anymore. Everything I said sounds like mumbling, worst than my normal mumbling sound. Lol. I slept for few hours and got up just right before my friend came back home. Then it’s his turn to sleep, I got up and started my work. There are lists of things waiting for me to finish the minute I got back sydney. I gotta find a apartment, find an internship, find another job, continuing working for the underwear company but they just gave me more jobs to do…, above are the top four on the list. Then the list continuing with things like, continuing writing and recording music, practice more on the art software, keep making art and painting, social and catch up with friends, organise my visa situation when I graduate, what to do after I graduate…..Etc etc…. Omg why would I ever want to come back to Sydney. I miss Bali…no wonder so many Aussies like to go there and retired there. Of course there are other reasons, but one of is…. It’s too stressful to live in city. I like Bali speed..it’s very me, just do everything in turtle speed and very relax and calm. In sydney…it’s competition everywhere, people don’t look at the nature anymore because they are surrounded by skyscrapers.
I got on a very good seat on the flight from Bali to Sydney. I sat next to the window. I got to see the nightstars, the sunrise, the clouds, and the amazing landscape. Those are the best things of flying back to Sydney. Other than that…nah..lol.
The day I got back to Sydney, I rest the morning, the afternoon and night I started to do all the things thats on my top four list. By the time I finished..it was one am already. I just hope I get some results soon enough to pay my future. Haha.
Tomorrow is Saturday, and I have been finally put back on the roaster for more shift. Just hope I can get a few more before I find my next job. Tough tough world we are living in. (or maybe I haven’t try hard enough) anyway, here I come, stressful life. Time to face you now. had a wonderful 10 days of hiding away from it…now gotta face the truth.