Being on an aeroplane and a ship has its similarities. Hours afterwards I still feel like I’m floating on turbulent air, the plane going up and down and up and barf. The difference being that I don’t get seasick, but flying can be nasty.

Happy New Year. I just spent new year on a plane on way between two time zones with four hours of difference, so instead of wondering which clock I have to use to mark that changing of date and when to light my imaginary fireworks, I slept. And it was a good sleep too. I woke up in time to see the sun rising. It was beautiful. It’s not everyday that you get to see sunrise while being airborne, on the first day of the year.

The clouds. The clouds are beautiful too. I spent the rest of the ride looking out to the clouds and making a pseudo-poem kind of thing about them. And when the plane was going down I saw Jakarta from above. A sprawling, majestic, metropolitan, reaching as far as the eye can see. I’ve never felt much sense of belonging to the messy giant city where I have lived for most of my life before, but man, I think now I do.

In the middle east there were only the desert, dirt, rocks, and all the buildings looking exactly the same. Dull. A blue cloudless sky with the merciless desert sun shining on everything. At night I can’t even see the stars.

Anyway, I digress, happy new year. I know I haven’t been up with the blog much this year. Or the entire internet, for that matter. And I don’t think that’s going to change either. There’ll be final exams and I’m going to college this year, so it’s looking up to be a busy and eventful year. But expect sporadic blog post. I hope. I like throwing words around, apparently. I’m hoping to be a bit more public with them.

Again, it’s a new year!

Gah, I think I’m still airsick.