I glanced at my watch: 19:16 pm.
I'm here, sit by myself in a cafe sort-like, sipping my cold milo and staring at my laptop. Only got about a half hour to keep the battery running, since my thing is not that highly durable. (a low-edge technology). I ordered two kinds of drinks, one is what i've been told before, and the other is a juice--pear juice. Three minutes had past since I first wrote this note. I've been waiting for my family to pick me up since about an hour ago. Got a lot of luggage with me, one BIG heavy loaded pack, and a smaller one. The big one filled with my comics and books....while the other tucked with piles of snacks (ones that we called "oleh-oleh"....an Indonesian tradition that quite come unhandy for times like this.
19:24... still here...waiting.
The restaurant where I'm sitting already packed with people. I took a table right under the aircon, but not a slightest feel of coolness had came upon me.
A bunch of army-men sitting on a table crossed to mine. They all smoke. (WHY do people bother to smoke here??? It's already as hot as hell!!!)
A couple of ladies sit next to my table. They seemed to annoyed with my luggage. (But hell yeah, I paid my drinks, so screw you ******!)[I think the hot atmosphere and a scent of cigarette gets on my nerves]
19:29
Do I have to keep on reporting time?
Honestly, this terminal 1 is the worst place to wait. I'd prefer Soetta's terminal 3, but yeah, the ticket's is cheaper for the airline which parks here. Gotta be rational, yet irritate.
[OMG. the smoke is getting thicker. I don't see why they put aircon here?? totally useless.---___---]
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19:32
I think i'll just post this blog and browse elsewhere.
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