Airthoughts.

Airthought #1
Ever got shot for trying to smell decent?

I did - shot by a deodorant ball thingy. Open the cap and BANG, the thing flies in your face. Something about altitude and air pressure, I believe. Whatever it is, it gave me a scare, I tell you.


Airthought #2
Never complain about a flipping 12 hour journey.

So this high school kid walks into the baggage collection area, sees her parents, and exclaims, "I'm never going on another flipping (language has been modified for children) 12 hour flight!!" Honey, I've been on the road for twice that amount of time, and its gonna take me another 12 hours to reach my destination.


Airthought #3
Necessity is the mother of invention...and strange looks.

After clearing customs, I had to take my huge 28 inch bag and recheck it into the next airline. Problem is, it was past midnight, and the check in counter wasn't open till the next morning. Problem is, I also had my cabin bag and another overweight carry-on baggie containing my overweight laptop. Problem is, I had to take several escalators to the top floor. Problem is, once I got there, I had to pee. Problem is, the bathroom was on the bottom floor. Problem is, in America, I look like a poor, scrawny little asian girl.

So imagine the looks I got lugging all those bags up and down the escalators. As for me, I just smiled and waved. Cute and cuddly, ya know?

Da blaine hath flied...

The last time I watched 3 movies back to back was with Hannah about a month before I got kicked out of the nest: Get Smart, Kung Fu Panda, and Wanted. Right before watching Wanted, mum called up to say that she had bought my plane ticket to a place halfway across the globe. Needless to say, I spent the next 2 hours freaking out in a cinema chair.

I'm a Wuss!! That line was from Ice Age 3.

Anyways, my brain got fried that day. And I swore on the grave of my ancestors (not really) never to do such a dumb thing again. 1 1/2 years later, I did the exact same thing. This time it was 7 hours of awesome brainlessness: Zombieland, (half of) The Surrogate, The Stepfather and Couple's Retreat. Don't ask me how the movies were. The last few hours have just been and will forever be a glob in my memory.

But that's part of the pure awesomeness of doing something really pointless.

In the land of the Hongkies....

Before I left Singapore, I set out to "blast my teeth". But there was a slight problem...I had no toothpaste. Don't get me wrong, I didn't forget to bring it. That would be a sacrilegious. I packed in two travel-size tubes of toothpaste, but they were rock hard when I tried to squeeze it out. So I did the mad-woman dash to the 24 hours shop to get a tube before I boarded. Seriously, I'd die before going 2 days without blasting my teeth. Either that or the world around me will die.

But that little excitement was sure welcome. =) I still have a whopping 20 odd hours of planes and terminals before I reach.

Oh, by the way, I hit the jackpot today. The seat next to me during the 4 hour flight from Singapore to HongKong was E.M.P.T.Y!! Now THAT is joy.

Again.

Changi airport's wifi is awesome. Like seriously, I'm in love.

So I left the house on Friday, 14th August at 6pm. Will arrive in Oklahoma on Sunday, 17th August at 7am (Malaysian time) or Saturday, 16th August at 8pm (American time). That's if United Airlines doesn't screw up my flight itinerary again.

But if they do, its OK. I'll just turn nasty and demand that they promote me to first class.

Yeah right, like that will ever happen. The nasty bit, not the first class bit. =)

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So it will be another 35 hours before I get another bath. I feel all nasty already. But this time, I won't be going back to a dark, nasty, stinky dorm toilet. This time, the toilet wouldn't have been left vacant all summer. And this time, I won't be greeted with brown, rusty water from the faucet. I hope. Coz if it does, I'll just curl up in a ball and die.

Not that I died last time. But I do hope for a better toilet, now that I've moved to the apartments. Which brings me to my next point...

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I got a place in the apartments this coming school year. Which means I get my own room, share a bathroom with 1 instead of 4 girls, and avoid eating in the cafeteria. But it also means I'll be starting over with getting to know my apartment mates. Again.

Not that that is a bad thing. Just that it would be nice to know that the people you live with don't think you are a psycho and vice-versa.

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On 14 Aug 2008, exactly one year ago, I was freaking out about leaving. This year I ran out of freaks to freak out. I'll miss home so, so much. But I know the same God who saw me through the last year will see me through another.

Leaving on a jet plane again...

Leaving tonight, 9.45pm. Will blog from singapore again.

Lame-O Potato

I am gonna make a lame analogy. But its 2:30 am, I'm dead tired, and I still can't sleep. So as I said, I am gonna make a lame analogy.

There's this route that I always take to come back home. And every time I take the car out, I have no clue where I am until I hit that lane. The moment I signal, turn left and accelerate up that road, I know I'm home.

I also know I won't be spending the next 2 hours driving in circles, trying to read a map upside down and getting horned by people. Not like I've done that before.

Sue me, I've only been really driving for 2 months.

The point is, these 3 months has been like driving up that road. Everything's familiar. Everything is safe. And I know exactly where I am.

I'm being sentimental, yes. Lame, yes. But really, its 3 am now, and I still can't sleep.

Poor Bald Cow

On May 11th, 2009, I wandered around KL Central with a HUGE 29" bag, phoneless, trying to find my mama and papa, had my first paper tosai in 9 months, bathed in my own (sweet!) bathroom, peeled taugeh, and ate homemade popiah. I also got my hair cut.

Fast forward 3 months and I found myself back in Mid Valley - in the butcher's chair - getting my hair cut. AGAIN. Apparently, there are no hair-butchers in America. Apparently I have to fly 10,000 miles to chop off the black stuff that sprout-eth from my head. Apparently I digress.

So the unruly mop got mowed today. Do I like it? No. Remind me never to shave my mane so short again. But more than that, this is a reminder that my holiday is over. Time to go back. I'll be more than fine once I get there. But for now, why can't my rich old man come and marry me so I don't have to go back to school?

*goofy grin*

MIA's here...

MIA's here...finally...cow was so happy that cow recorded the whole entire unpacking process...

So now that MIA and I are together...I can finally blog about my flight...

5pm, 14 AUG, 2008

I left home...and...rat...loaded Mr. and Mrs. Bag into the car...and drove off to KLIA...

6pm, 14 AUG, 2008

I checked in...and sat at McD's...And had McBubur before I left...

8pm, 14 AUG, 2008

..said my goodbyes...and boarded the plane to Singapore...landed there at I forgot what time...and waited for 8 hours for my Singapore to Hong Kong flight *faints*...but then...how can you be bored when there is coffee?

At about 4 am, the United Airlines counter opened, and I tried to check in, but they informed me that my Hong Kong - LA flight was delayed, so they put me on the Hong Kong - San Francisco - Denver - Oklahoma City flight. Fine. Then they tell me: "System error. We tagged your bags wrongly, please correct our mistake in Hong Kong." Ok. Not like I had a choice right? All the passengers had boarded except for me.

Hereafter, I lost track of time and date

After about 3 hours of flying I reach Hong Kong. I sort out my bags, and they reassure me that everything is ok. Yay! Next thing I know, I'm on my 14 hour flight to San Fransisco.

I am in a 3-4-3 seated plane. I find myself sandwiched between a huge white guy and a skinny chinese man. Sometime after take off, they give out customs/immigration forms to fill out. The flight attendant assumes the skinny chinese man is my father and doesn't give me a customs form. I have to shout at him to get him to understand that I need one. *embarrassing nya*

Then I settle in for a long, long, awfully cramped journey. Hooray. I had 2 amusing things that happened to me over the course of the journey....

Amusing story #1

Airplane food. Did you know that the first bite of airplane food is the best thing you ever tasted? And the second bite, is the worse thing you ever tasted. Funny how it switches tastes on you so fast.

Amusing story #2

The skinny chinese guy next to me needed to pee. The guy on his right was sleeping. I was on his left, but the huge white guy was also on my left. So the skinny chinese guy decides to stand up on his chair, climb over the guy on his right and jump over unto the aisle. Not a bad plan for a acrobat. Anyways, the skinny chinese guy was in the middle of his stunt when the guy on his right woke up. No doubt he felt the presence of an unusual being hovering over him. I tell you, the look of shock and horror and amusement and mirth on the poor man's face was enough to make ME want to pee.

Anyways, I survived the journey and landed at San Fransisco. I found Mr. and Mrs. Bag, managed to yank their fat butts off the conveyor belt unto my trolley, and cleared customs.

Shortly after found my boarding gate there is an announcement that my flight was cancelled. I find myself at customer service, getting a new boarding pass from San Fransisco - L.A. - Oklahoma City. By the way, that was my original flight route.

After that, nothing interesting happened. I was so dead tired dosed at the terminal and slept in the airplane. I even slept during the safety instructions (which I had heard 4 times before) - right under the nose of the flight attendant. How wude...

Then I reach Oklahoma City airport. It is 12 midnight. And I find out that Mr. and Mrs. Bag are in Denver. Huh? How did that happen? Anyways, my dad's friend's friend sorts out the problem with the bags and brings me to the hotel where I stayed my first night in USA.

The next day, he brings me to Oklahoma City University. It's really pretty here.

And that's my tiny cubby-hole of a room...I'll post up pictures of my roomies when blogger has decided to forgive me for uploading so many pictures...

Quick update

I will not be getting my laptop for another 1 week minimum...*SOBS* so until then, my updating will be not so frequent...

Orientation week is going to end tommorow...after that classes start...I take Chemistry, Composition, Psychology, Public Speaking and Aerobics this semester. Right now I'm looking at majoring in Biology but these are the general classes I'll have to take in order to graduate with a Bachelors in Science.

Yesterday I went to a chinese church whether like 1/3 or them are Malaysians and I started speaking to this guy in Manglish...and everyone around the table just started laughing at us...apparently all the lahhhs and lohhs came out...sheesh...shynya...

Yes, I promise I will update more.

I'm alive

*sings*
Because she lives!!
She can face tomorrow!!
Because she lives...
She is not dead!!!
*stops singing*

Just to let you all know, I'm alive and well...I reached Friday midnight my time...after my plane itenarary changed TWICE...i'll blog about that later...

Yeah...so I'm alive...and kicking...

Last post from singapore...

My flight was overbooked...hahahaha...so i've got a new itenarary...

now i fly from singapore to hong kong to san francisco to denver to oklahoma city...yay...one more stop...doesn't matter...i'm not freaking out...i'm weirdly calm and cool...

okay...gotta run to catch my flight

Still at singapore airport

I'm still in singapore.

Caffine is working...i'm getting hyper. *Jumps around*

I had a 10 second panic attack just now b4 I expertly squished away the feeeeling...so now I am OK again. =D I dunno la...this is so weird...I've managed to convince myself that I'm just going away on a long camp. A 9 month camp. Maybe that's why I'm so stone. hahahaha...

Well...so far so good...i'm about 1/8ths into my Amazing Race...annother 35 hours to go...

Um...Esiotrot, the novel you wrote to me was very amusing and touching at the same time...dun worry...my eyeballs didn't fall out while reading it...they are very safe in their sockets...

...david KOR KOR...I read your blog about mua...and...you made me cry *SLAP U*...anyways...since I'm in the "I love everybody" mood...I shall be extra nice and say...i luv u...=D hmmm...i wonder if that just made mum cry...haha....

ummm...maybe i'll blog AGAIN later...since I really got nothing to do...

Reporting from Singapore Airport...

I'm in Singapore...

Right now I'm feeling super smart because I managed to find all the places I'm supposed to find...=D But then again...i'm less than 5% into my Amazing Race...

My flight is at 6 am tomorrow morning...I can check in 3 hours before time...so now I have my beloved coffee as my one and only companion. Hopefully my zombieness won't overpower the caffine rush that I need to keep vigil through tonight...yeah...or I may wake up with my bags gone...

Yeah...dear all who smsed me, called me, gave me cards, prayed for me or gave me the much needed encouragement, thank you...I love you all...I'll miss you all...you all take care...

I don't know what to say...my brain is in a million pieces...I'm not excited or sad or emo or happy...i'm feelingless...haha...is that normal? I don't think so.

I need to sit down...the donkey computer doesn't have a chair...haha...maybe I'll blog again later since there's nothing else to do...=)

i'm leaving on a jet plane...

I leave my house in 6 hours time...

I love you all...I'll miss you all...

OOOH...I want to make my mum cry...so...MUM AND DAD, I LOVE YOU!!!! Dad...please go get mum some tissue now...

Yeah...It's a 13 hour time difference...so I'll reach there Saturday 1 pm...hopefully...HAHA...

Tomorrow...

I leave tomorrow.
It's 1.30 am in the morning and this is just about the time of the day where I freak out about leaving. =D

It seems like my 38 hour journey is getting longer...OCU can't send their ppl to pick me up from the airport the moment I arrive bcoz it's too late...and the dorms aren't open...so I will be shelter-less for just a tad bit longer...=)
According to my predictions, I will be without a proper bath for just about 48 hours. Oh the horrors.

I've packed...finally. So let me introduce you to Mr.& Mrs. Bag. Ironically, Mrs. Bag is 3 Kg heavier than Mr. Bag.

I remember the morning of the day I got accepted into OCU. The passage was on Hebrews 11. To me, its one of the most challenging passages in the bible. And when I read the part about Abraham leaving his home even though he didn't know where he was going, I told God I'd go to America if He provided a place for me.

And that night, I got an email from OCU telling me that I'd been accepted with enough scholarship. (Talk about instant messaging) My heart dropped to my stomach and boy, my stomach was having a hard time digesting it. So that's why I'm going. And yes, I'm undecided on my major, but I feel that God's saying that I may not know where I'm going, but He does.


So I'm going. Whether or not I like it. =) I admit it, I'm scared. But I'm going. I'm kicking my self out of the nest. WHOOT!

*sings* I'm flying without wingsss...*CRASH* heeee...