a white ceiling

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yeahh, finally some urge to do updates!

I had left my beloved home, my parents and siblings and cousins and friends the late evening and currently I'm in HongKong's prouded airport, quite beautiful I'd say. And yet again, I'm travelling alone. There supposed to be another group which departs the same day as I do, but our departure doesn't coincide. Well, as I do believe that travelling alone gives me full authority of what or where I'm going, I guess that's a good point of going anywhere alone. More freedom and space to bulk myself with whatever I'm planning to do. Going in groups pops out a need of consideration from all people to make decisions, and that's quite a least of a favor for me.

KLIA > Hong Kong Airport (the picture) > LAX at least that's what I think!

Stayed in HongKong for a short two-hours, and I even bantai the qiblat when performing my prayers. It's due to lack of compass, and of course it's already night, thus I am unable to figure out, or more like blindly guessing out where the direction of north should be, according to the

shadows from the sunlight. Well of course I faced the direction where people would least notice me that I'm actually praying. Didn't wanted to make unnecessary attentions and glarings from these bunch of people.

Of all the free time I spent during my journey, I am really glad that I had decided to invest my last 25rm to buy a book. Yes, it's my very first book that I genuinely bought it because of pure interest and I had long ago wanted to start reading as my new hobby. Enough of Modern Warfare-ing already!!

Quite a fine content to read. This book is written chronologically about this guy's life from his childhood until he finally succeeded in flying to space. I enjoyed every bits of it. This dude is actually a spectacular person to begin with. Being a national swimmer and national story-teller during primary school is just the beginning of his legacy.