The Night Before
Dayna stayed over at my place, where we had a girly sleepover … somewhat. Due to some last minute turn of events at work, I had to tie up loose ends at home until the wee hours of 2am, while leaving Dayna to entertain herself watching dramas on her iPhone (which I still feel bad about until today).
Well, we still managed to cook … somewhat. (I know, this is the second time I am saying ‘somewhat’.) The plan was to prepare garlic butter prawns with pancakes and scrambled eggs, which was what we set out to do, until I realized that we had run out of eggs. (Doh!) No eggs? No sweat. We still had prawns and pancakes.
So we set to work! My pancakes turned out a delightful shade of golden brown. The prawns smelled awesome with the garlic butter sauce. Until mum took one bite out of the prawns and wrinkled her nose.
Apparently, the prawns had gone bad.
We ended up throwing out all the pancakes and the prawns and had to settle with take-outs for dinner. :(
The Big Scare
We got up bright and early on the morning of our trip and left my place with plenty of time to spare. Dayna then decided to phone Cherlynn to ask if she’s on her way … and drama basically unfolded from then.
Basically, the situation was this. We had to reach the travel counter at 6.40am and our bus departs at 7am sharp. Cherlynn was still at home at 6.30am, unpacked and unshowered.
All hell broke loose. Upon arrival at the travel counter, I was close to grovelling at the extremely stunned lady who attended to me, who later told me adamantly that the bus leaves at 7 sharp and that it may not be delayed for any reason, whatsoever. Mum on the other hand, was running from travel agent to travel agent (the building we were in was basically swarming with competing travel agencies), looking for alternative buses to Genting that departed at a later time.
It all seemed bleak until the same lady at the travel counter informed me that Cherlynn could still board the bus at some deserted bus stop near the Singapore-Malaysia checkpoint … if she could get there by 7.30am.
Then came more frantic phone calls, and Dayna and I finally settled ourselves on the bus. But we just couldn’t fully relax until we had our third member with us. (Oh, and my attempt to inform the bus driver that we had to pick our friend at the above-mentioned bus stop resulted in me getting yelled at. Such a friendly driver, I must say.)
Thank goodness for Whatsapp that allowed us to constantly ping our locations to and fro. And finally, at 7.20am, a location update from Cherlynn made us both heave a collective sigh of relief.
Phew! She’s finally there!
Correct location. PHEWWWWW!
She boarded the bus, and we held our squeals until we were safely out of the bus at the Singapore-Malaysia checkpoint. That was when we grabbed one another and let out peals of relieved screams … to the amusement of anyone who witnessed the scene (policemen included).
Despite how panicky we were at the time of the incident, we knew that this was going to be an incident that we’ll look back and laugh at. (; So glad you made it in the end, babe.
Room 10101 – Geek Room for the Geeks
Upon receiving the keycard to our room on the first day, the first thing Cherlynn did was to squeal “Ohmygosh, it’s binary!” So did Terry when he received notice of our room number through SMS (he joined us from the second day onward).
Us outside our awesome room 10101.
Yeah, it’s such a geek thing. Thankfully, no one writes code in binary anymore … unless you deal with hardware. Give me a cup of Java coffee anyday.
Random Jamming Sessions (Here, there and everywhere)
While we were not busy embarrassing Dayna and Terry with our wild antics, Cherlynn and I would be singing out loud at random places and (often) without warning.
From Coffee Bean Resort Hotel …
Singing “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to” by Lesley Gore.
To First World Plaza (during lunch at Kenny Rogers).
Singing “Nobody” by The Wonder Girls.
And basically everywhere else. There are plenty more photo and videographic evidence but they should never see the light of day in the WWW. Because as you can see from the photos alone, we don’t look quite normal in the midst of a song.
Most over-sung song during our three days together? “Drive By” by Train. If we were to break into a song randomly, this song will be it. We’re so contagious that we’ve even got Terry doing it. If it isn’t a “Drive By” singing moment, it’ll be a Lady Gaga moment.
Stay tuned for Part II.
(P/S: Credit for the above pictures goes to Dayna.)
So here I sit, waiting for a flight back to Singapore after 17 absolutely awesome days in the US of A – 9 days in San Francisco, 3 days in Las Vegas and 5 days in Austin.
It was just me and another girl friend. Everyone who knew about the trip feared for our safety. Parents, friends, relatives.
I was actually dreading this trip as it loomed closer. Thoughts of “why on earth did I agree to this?” and “ZOMG, can I survive this?!” ran through my head like wildfire.
It was my first trip to a place I haven’t been before. On my own. (Well, nearly – my friend was just as lost as I was.) Without any adults around. (Most of my previous trips were with family. Otherwise, I’ll be in a group of at least 3 friends.)
It cumulated into 2 days of frantic researching during the weekend before our trip, as I figured out transit maps, directions, hotel locations and places we wanted to go.
It’s day 17. Our trip is nearly over, and we’ve had a blast of a time. It makes me wonder what I was so scared of before, and I realized that I’m actually more independent than I think.
In between meeting Elea (hurray for blogger friends), belting out karaoke on a stage in front of a sea of unknown people, travelling to places far out from the city such as the Googleplex and Apple’s Cupertino Campus on purely public transport, sniffing out awesome scenic spots (we hoped) not everyone knew about and basically did everything we wanted to do, it was an AWESOME trip. More details in subsequent entries.
It was tiring though. My travel buddy is already all conked out in front of me in the cafe. Heh.
Until we get back to Singapore …
When I first started blogging in 2001, I always thought that it was just an outlet to vent and basically talk about my day. Blogging wasn’t big back then, but existed within what we called the “teen web scene”. Within this “scene”, blogging was big – although it was mostly filled with angst-filled teenage whims and ramblings. It was totally different back then as compared to now.
I received my first comment in November 2001 and it made me shout aloud with glee. It was the “wow, there are people listening to me?!” kind of feeling, and it just spurred me on to write more.
So, write more I did. I started writing about my day in full detail, emphasizing on the funny and interesting bits. The number of comments and readership grew. Soon, I began to spot a few familiar names appearing over and over again in my comments. Out of curiosity, I checked out their sites and was hooked.
We became blogging pals, familiar to one another on the web but still strangers offline. Some were based in Singapore and some, overseas. They knew almost every bit of information about me (thanks to my blog entries). Likewise, so did I.
One thing for sure, I didn’t expect back then that we’d actually meet in real life.