Friday, 11 April 2008

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    Tuesday, 8th April 2008

    Packed up every last bit of memories I would be leaving behind, I believe that I will be able to get a job somewhere, doesn’t matter where it’ll be, my new life awaits me.. Somewhat hesitant to leave, plenty of me left in Malaysia, yet, I know it’s finally time..

    Left the house at 12pm, and was having second-thoughts throughout the entire trip to the airport.. Started sms-ing people that I love, beginning from my best friend Nadia.. When I listened to her on the phone, she was bawling her eyes out and I felt really bad because I didn’t spend much time with her as I should have..

    In fact, I feel like I didn’t spend much time with anybody.. It was like as if I was rebelling against myself, I felt that it would’ve made things worse if I went over to see them.. I guess I just thought it would’ve been easier if I just left without anyone knowing I was gone..

    Yet, people still remembered..

    And then Melvin’s mom Hermis called.. Melvin is my ex, as you know.. He didn’t even wish me good luck or anything, he’s such a prick!! How on earth I could’ve gone out with a guy like, I don’t know, but I am so thankful we’re no longer together.. Yet his mom and sister loves me so much as much as I love them.. Ha ha ha.. Way to go, Elynne!

    So, the trip wasn’t too bad, it was rather pleasant actually, minus the fact that the food is always crap.. To Taiwan, on the plane, I had noodles with braised chicken.. The noodles were nice and smooth, except they were WAY over-cooked.. And let’s not even begin with the vegetables, Malaysian catering is shit..

    The three-hour pit-stop in Taiwan was always nice, cause there’s free wi-fi and there’s also free food from the airport lounge.. I couldn’t help myself and had 6 Taiwanese sausages.. He he he.. I’m such a glutton..And that was when I got my message from Yen, who wished me good luck..

    Then there’s the 10 hour flight to Seattle (How come it’s faster than the trip to San Francisco?!?) on the Boeing 777-300 ER, which was so-so.. Even with a bigger seat, it was rather difficult to fall asleep, I found myself waking up and asking for water a lot of the time..

    On the flight to Seattle, I was feeling relieved, maybe the reality started sinking in.. For supper and breakfast, I had the beef with potatoes and porridge with pork floss, which weren’t too bad.. But after that I found out that I had eaten something I was allergic to and my lips now look like I’ve just had a round of BOTOX..

    Landed in Seattle, took a cab to the hotel which was 2 mins away from the Space Needle and boy, WHAT A VIEW! Sexy.. Okay, so, my third trip to Seattle, it was dinner time, so we went looking for American food to get rid of my motion sickness..

    Landed in Hurricane Café/Diner which is open 24 hours..The place looks like a run-down shit but the food was awesome.. I had my first taste of American food, ‘Huevos Rancheros’, which is not really American but hey, WHO CARES? The serving size, of course, was huge, I think it would’ve been enough for my three meals a day.. Ha ha ha! Then we headed back to the hotel toget over my motion sickness..

     

    Wednesday, 9th April 2008

    WOHOO, got to play ‘tourist’ again.. Found myself walking down the middle of Pike’s Place Market, looks exactly the same as I remembered.. Not a single thing has changed, except for the stall holders, and the tulips were still lovely as ever..


    Then we walked and walked and walked and walked around downtown, which I totally loved.. I love Seattle, I don’t know why, but as much as I hate the cold that bites every single finger on my hands, the breeze that dries the daylights out of my skin and the smell of coffee in every damned corner, to me, I just feel right at home.. I don’t care how much it’ll take or how long it’ll take me, I’m moving to Seattle someday soon..


    By the way, I did NOT get my coffee from the original Starbucks because the machine WAS DOWN… Damn it.. But then again, I had the best clam chowder and the sweetest oysters EVER, so I can’t complain..

    And oh yeah, my sister went berserk because my mom told her the wrong flight details and she was waiting for us in Atlanta airport and we didn’t show up and she went crazy.. She even called my friend Christopher Mitten, and I swear, I’m so embarrassed..

    I finally got Chris’ number and asked him out for a cup of coffee to compensate for that but our schedules were so different, I just feel so bad that we couldn’t meet.. I don’t care, I’ll make sure we’ll meet up in the summer, whatever it takes, I’ll be there..

    Or Chris, if you’re reading this, get your butt down to Augusta baby!

    And oh, by the way, I’m typing this from on-board the flight to Denver/Augusta.. Dad read the wrong timing for the flight and we ended up in the airport FOUR GODDAMNED HOURS EARLIER! ARGH! I wanna cry..

    I could’ve spent 2 hours walking around Seattle.. *Regret*

    Stay tuned, for my next journey entry.. And my job search.. Oh by the way, Wendy’s actually REPLIED.. Ok, so it may be a crappy job, but I was offered an Assistant Manager’s position.. Better than NOTHING, right?


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    • From: elynne
    • Posted: 4/11/2008 1:41 AM

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