Notting Hill.....minat gla....pernah study situ ke?
THE ITALIAN JOB...love the car...and of course heroin
PRIDE and PREJUDICE...the best of all love story...suk scene kat gereja...masa ujan...mamat tu confess...
sleepless in seatle...tgk x?
taxi 1 2 3...like the racing scene...
triple x...first episod ngan pacifier...minat van diesel
OK, I hope I can write more this time - yes I am still in the USA.
It's been four days now and it's been fun too. I should do it like a diary ek...
Before leaving, I was already in tears.. entah macamana, rasa cam perasaan bercampur-campur je. My parents already left for Kedah on Friday night and seeing them leaving, hati rasa sayu je. I felt like there was some part of me that they will never see again. I hugged my mom and my dad dah laju je masuk kereta.. tapi I went and salam tangan dia.
As the car left the driveway, my tears ran heavily down my cheek. I stood out in the night for a while and then got into the house. Locked the door and went to my room. The night was still young. I sat on my bed facing my laptop. I got online and kept talking to my friends. I had a test Saturday morning but I didn't care. I was alone in the house and it felt exceptionally empty and lonely.
I didn't sleep until after 3 am. And got up early because I had a test that saturday morning.
Saturday morning, my mom called my phone to wake me up early - gosh, my brain just left me. Rasa mamai.. But I just did what I had to do. Get ready.
I got my luggage and stuff out of the house. Made sure my cats were all taken care off, locked the door and gave the keys to my neighbour. The taxi arrived on time and I was off to the place of test.
Then, I got to the test hall. There were already lots of people. The taxi couldn't wait for me till the test was over with so I had to drag my luggage to the hall.
The test.. well, it was like a test. Some parts were easy, some were just.. Arggghh.. scr*w them! I was frantically hoping that the test would end before noon as my bus to KL was scheduled at 12:30pm. And it ended just 15 minutes before the bus schedule. I got to the bus station on time.
I was like a zombie. I didn't think much, just did what I had to do. My head.. was like a dark abyss or something. One could throw a big rock and won't hear a darn thing at all...
The frigging bus got around late - how sweet. And the trip was everything but fun. I was anxious to reach KLIA before 7pm. And my friend, as frantic as I was, was still packing at 5 pm. We couldn't even think of FUN at all.
We got our E-tickets and walked to the MAS counter - we were taking MAS for the flight to Singapore. And what do you know, the guy at the counter said that our booking was cancelled - autocancelled. We were like.. WTF???? ANd he blamed that travel agency for not doing the job bla bla...
I called the travel agency and he said the other thing - that, MAS didn't syncronise the system. Ah, I don't understand what the glitches were all about. I just wanted to get my self out of Malaysia! We got to Singapore before midnight.
Our next flight was scheduled at 6 am. And we were already feeling tired and uncomfortable. As it was, I was already being deprived of sleep since friday. Yeah, Zombies... Hehehehhehe
The NW (the plane we took) counter was opened at 3 am. We had to line up. And even before going to the counter, we were already being screened. The officers who stood at the beginning of the line checked our passports, visa, and asked us questions about our luggage. There have been concerns about people who got caught carrying illegal stuff and I think they wanted to make sure that things would be taken care of from the beginning.
We then got to the counter, gave the lady behind the counter our E ticket number. Even there, more questions were asked. She even asked for the address we'd be staying while in the USA. We passed the first obstacle without problems.
I sat with a nice American lady from Houston. She'd been visiting Singapore where her husband worked. We talked about a lot of things. Then, I fell into slumber.. and during those 7 hours, I didn't once go to the bathroom. My legs didn't even bother me. Weird.
We reached Narita eventually. Colleen (the name of the nice lady) gave me a little present - an adaptor - and my god, I had been wanting to get that since I would need to charge my cellphone and couldn't get to it. And like a gift from God, she gave it to me. She said, she could get another one any time. She also gave me a little card with a little note on it. I didn't know what to give her back, so I gave her the magazine I was reading - Malaysian's Women Weekly. I could have given her some Malaysian coins.. Stupid me!
Well, we parted. And I rushed out of the plane, into Narita Airport.
Narita - Portland (Oregon)
This was the longest flight - 10 hours. And I was sitting next to some stuck up white male American. Sheesh.. whatever. I was spending all 10 hours watching movies and stuff on the little screen in front of me. Just My Luck, Mike Rowe's Dirty Jobs, Spongebob Squarepants, Catwoman, Bucket something and some more. I pretty much ignored the whole world around me.
I think I napped a little. And I didn't really pay much attention to what I was watching except for Spongebob Squarepants hahahhaha...
Yess.. Finally I reached America.. 8:00 am Oregon time.
The Immigration and customs were really stringent. We had our picture taken and our fingerprints left and right taken. The officers asked questions and stuff. I am thinking, they weren't really paying attention to what our answers were, rather, how we answered the questions, as well as our body language. The officer at the immigration was impressed that I have a 10 year visa and I could stay until November 24 2008. Too bad, I have commitment back home and I am no Paris Hilton either!
The baggages were checked. I was lucky mine passed through untouched.
I sent a message to my Chicago friend that I was already in Oregon and he said "you better get your ass to Chicago" and he was going to a concert in Rockford. Cheh!
Portland - Minneapolis
After some hours of waiting, we got into the plane. A bit smaller. And more white people. I felt strange. Was so used to being surrounded by Malaysians, I felt like an Alien. hehehehhe
The flight took about 5 hours or so. This was when my body was no longer able to withstand the long hours of sitting (I was quite impressed that I managed to stay still for 15 hours prior to that). I felt restless.. tak sabar nak keluar.
Unfortunate time - the plane could not land on time because of a tornado hitting Minneapolis-St Paul so the plane had to circle around. I was worried we would miss our last flight to Chicago in case the plane had to circle around too long.
Not too long after, we managed to land. It was the worst landing ever. As if kapal terbang tu kena tampar.. bergegar2 bergoncang2.. memang takut la... kecut perut. Macam naik rollercoaster menjunam ke bawah.. I was thinking, this must be how it is when your plane crashed. Urghhh...
It turned out, it was a bad tornado - the next day, on the news, several ppl died because of it.
Minneapolis - Chicago
Nice short flight. Like 1 hour 30 mins or something. Oh I don't know. By this time, I was already wishing I was in an induced coma. My body was getting really pissed at me. But I made it alive in Chicago. We got to our baggages. And our friend Terry was already waiting with a big smile on his face. I hadn't seen him in over 10 years!
Ok.. next segment installment to come..
Ayark.. my shoulder hurts.. I need to lie down.
Time - 9:15pm,
Location - Racine Wisconsin
And I had been up and about since 5:45 am. Damn long summer hours!
TIme - 6:50 am
Weather - just after the rain and thunderstorm, wet streets. Cold and damp.
Breakfast - Banana and a glass of milk
Alone...
First night
We stayed at one of our ex univ mate's house in Plainfield Illinois, just outside of Chicago. It is nice suburb, 2 storey house. Neat little house. We were given a tour of the house and then sat and talked for a few hours.
Then, my friend went to check her email and then I did mine. OMG, I got me email from my boss asking me to go to the office on Monday as he needed something. I was like.. WHAT??? yeah.. that is my boss.. he wants whatever things at whatever time and he really doesn't care if i am on a break - I am a freelancer and I am only responsible to come to classes during classtimes.
But I could have told him that I was going to the states - somehow, it was really none of his business since I am on a 3 month break and I wasn't sure of the trip so I barely told anyone. IF there were anyone who knew, that would be because my mom told them - and I haven't really told her either.
I felt bad though, because I couldn't be available when he needed me. I replied the mail. And I sent him sms. He replied, very very short - "Met him..? Have a nice time"... HIM? I can't believe he thought that I came here because of a MAN. I think my boss is broken hearted. Arrghh.. More mending to be done coming home....
Today, I finally managed to catch the morning train to Chicago. The ride was erm, just like riding a commuter jer.. but the price was USD20 each trip. Gile mahal. My American friend told me to bring umbrella since forcast said that it was going to rain bad in the city. So I did bring a one giant umbrella for me and my friend.
The trip took an hour and before we knew it, we were walking around in circle at the Union Station - big place and we were totally new - but we got out. Sebijik cam pelancong - we took a map with us and took pictures. Sears Tower looked really nice (I would put out pictures when I returned to Malaysia la..) and we walked crossing Chicago river. There was this 1 dollar shop and we got in for a few minutes to grab a few things for memento and left.
Then the rain fell.. Not hard rain though, but enough to make me have to put up the umbrella. The weather was warm - like in the 20s (Racine was colder so I took my coat off). We walked and walked. We wanted to head to the Lake but being like Rusa masuk kampung.. redah jer la.. And I was baddd with direction Hahahha.. But my friend had been such a good help.
We were pretty much dressed like two Japanese tourists or something. Which was really funny. But as I got out of the station, I received the first hello from an African American passerby. Eh.. not bad gak.. wakakkaka..
And there were some white guys said hi and hello. Cool eh? hehehhe
So we walked again and finally came to Michigan Avenue. Time was around 12 noon. Across it, there was this huge park called the Millenium Park. Rain kept falling and falling. And our feet was tired of walking. So we sat on the benches umbrella on...
And I had a date at lunch our. I called him up - we brought our friend's cellphone. And he said he'd be around at lunch. Millenium park it is..
So we decided to stay at the park. My friend had tummy ache so she would like to stay close to the bathroom at the park - it was a nice one - spacious and very very clean. Talk about civilisation hehehhee...
He called us up at about lunch time and asked us to find a restaurant called Giordano's. I said ok, we'd try to find it. But he didn't specifically say what part of Michigan (or was it Madison? Sorry page mendap) Avenue. It was Randolf Avenue and Michigan (or Madison) and I saw this whatever named place so I told him that we would meet there - eh, this guy, G, is really bad with direction or perhaps I no longer speak American English.
But we actually found Giordano's by accident - located right at the same block that we were standing at. So I text him telling him that I was there. We stood there for a few minutes. My friend couldn't stop asking questions about him (G) what he looked like and stuff. Yeah, he is the guy I never really talked about all these while with my real life friends actually. So, I told her what I could about him.
My feeling about meeting him for the first time.. I couldn't really say for sure. I couldn't really decipher my own heart. Then, after a while, I saw a man walking towards me and he looked just as he did on cam. But he was smiling. Entah, automatic jer, I couldn't just stand still to wait for him to get to me, so I walked towards him and we greeted each other. I was only expecting to shake hands with him but he hugged me. eheh... Sorry, I don't remember what he said to me, it is all a blur at the moment.
But oh my god, I totally felt like I was in cloud9 or something. Like two lovers met. I think he tried to hold my hand but refrained because I didn't see it coming. Eh I was nervous. And my god, it felt our bodies were two magnets of different kinds and they want to get close. Fuhh.. dangerous!
I think he got distracted too that he didn't realise that the lady at the counter was ready to seat us. He kept on talking and talking and talking...
And we were finally seated and he was sitting in front of me. The first thing I did was take a picture of him all smiling. And my friend had been a good help - she talked with him because I didn't know what to say lol.
MBHCF - G has green eyes. And they keep staring into mine the whole time. I was totally drowned in them, but I was still aware of the surrounding. WHyyy the hell did he do that? I kept telling him, "Stop staring at me" in a nice manja way la... he just smiled and kept doing that between chats with my friend. Urghh..
We were together for over an hour and he had to get back to work. I can't believe I didn't like the idea of him leaving - I wanted him to stay. We parted and I stayed in cloud9!
We will meet again next Thursday as he'd drive his CRV down to Milwaukee and we'd go to SixFlag Great America. I hope I won't be nervous by then and would be more natural.
Talk about CLOSURE. If we moved to a more comfortable zone this Thursday.. it is going to be one heck of a painful closure!
[ Last edited by nenekglamer at 31-5-2008 10:46 AM ]
I re-read my posts about meeting G (The reason I started this thread) and I think I could only just scratch the surface. Seriously, the thoughts in my head is all jumbled up.
I can now understand what he means by "hurts to see you and then let you go" because I am feeling it now. A little bit.
And my friend was like "CLOSURE??? It is more that a START!" I just told her to shut up. Mehh..
So I got home, my other friend started to bitch at me about this feeling. He already hooked me up with some guy (can you guys believe it???? and the guy is 50 years old too!!!) I was like, WTF??? He's only 3 years younger than my mom! But he is trying so hard that I won't be able to meet G. Well too bad, it happened!
But yeah, I think I would just be open about this. Be a good sport, meet that old man, go for dinner or something and be cordial about it. And besides, I need to get this G infatuation out of my system. I never felt this physically attracted before. And I have no idea if he feels the same - somehow, I am only focusing on myself.
I just got off chatting with G's friend, T. As I understood it, T was supposed to meet up with us too. G was telling me that T got caught up with work that he couldn't make it. But I did get T something from Malaysia so I was hoping he'd get it.
T told me that G never told him about this meeting and said G wanted me and my friend all by himself. He said he'd smack him for that hahaha....
Talk about security there. It is not like I am gonna go jump into his friend's arms even when we both do share a lot of interests together.
A 50 year old guy. I do NOT believe I let my friend talk me into this. I mean, WTF??? right? But yeah, being a good sport, I did it. You never know right? So, we got to the place and he was standing there looking nice and casual. A small guy, and OLD.. well, he doesn't really look 50.
SO, we were introduced. We went to a restaurant. Already I was hoping, I was in bed! We talked, get comfy. He was an interesting guy. He had so many interesting things to share.. If only I wasn't tired, sleepy and still in cloud9 with my first date!
Conclusion
First date - 33 year old dutch, Mr G Van Den *** ... I DO NOT WANT TO LET HIM GO!
Second date - 50 year old dutch ... Mr S Van Den *** ... I WANNA DIE!
Eh, at least tonight, I made a new friend named Dan. he was soo cool and cute .. I wish he was straight... *sighs...
[ Last edited by nenekglamer at 31-5-2008 03:53 PM ]
I was talking to my friend Joe. He asked about my date. I told him that the date with the 50 year old guy was not it. I did not feel 'IT'. He didn't get it.
So I said, it was like me and him. There was no IT. No attraction. Unlike my first date where I just wanted to be all over him (but I kept myself to myself thank you). And Joe and I talked some more about the random stuff that morning. Joe and I connected the first day we met. I love this guy. He's great!
I don't think I'd meet S (the second date) again. Though I think he can drive like a devil - yeah he took me for a drive at the highway. But I was anxious to get back to my friend because I was feeling insecure being alone with him. He did ask if I like him and stuff.. yeah I do.. but not THAT way.
I still have G in my head. But thoughts of him are no longer as intense as they were the first day of meeting *sighs...
My friend was trying hard to talk me from meeting G. Reasons - he's a stranger, he could be a bad person bla bla bla...
After meeting him, she said, "HE IS BETTER THAN YOUR EX. WHY DIDN'T YOU KISS HIM BITCH!?" Doh... I was like, "shut up!" wakakkaka...
Anyways.. I have one more week here. I wanna have fun (good clean fun of course). And come back a better and happier person.
[ Last edited by nenekglamer at 3-6-2008 08:39 AM ]
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