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I share all my sporadic and toilet thoughts in here, because I am random like that.
Good bye, San Francisco
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 …
Australia Part II: Lacking in subtlety, aren’t we?
The most enjoyable part of the trip is … having room mates.
Contrary to the usual quietness of my own room at home, sharing a room with D and G meant that the room was filled with a myriad of various noises comprising loud music, the occasional exclamation and squealing and of course – lots of conversation. (Which I really missed ever since I got home.)
Unfortunately, there is one minor downside of having both genders living in the same room.
If you guys have been following my Twitter updates while I was away in Australia, you may have remembered one particular post:
The only guy’s complaining about us girls hanging washed undies around the room. We girls call it ‘The United Nations’. (7:13 PM May 22nd from txt.)
Well, if you hadn’t guessed correctly, it is …
… hanging washed underwear out to dry.
The following comic strip (hastily drawn in the dead of the night at 2.00 A.M. – albeit one of my best works yet) sums up all our troubles.
(Click for the enlarged version.)
Basically, we were highly restricted in where we could hang our … err … dirty laundry, despite the vastness of the house. However, overlooking all the trouble we had to go through just to dry our … err … undergarments, the whole situation was actually pretty hilarious.
P/S: Pardon the sudden influx of toilet humour in my recent entries! Heh.
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