horrible plane ride
I’M IN AMERICA. Wow!
What a day, I never wanna get on a plane again. It was a horrible 24 hrs getting crammed up in the plane and transiting and getting horribly mixed up nights and days. I wouldn’t say I’m jet lagged now, but how time is different and horribly illusive is a disgusting feeling. And my parents are experiencing day now, it’s 2.37pm in Singapore and something is 12am here. Outside is freezing cold, I had a rude shock, but no snow yet.
The day started with my parents and a very grumpy brother sent me to the airport at 4 in the morning. I cried, not like I can help it. Then crystal and I were on our own. The immigration people really check all your stuff lor, and it was damn troublesome. The first flight took 6 hrs (felt like eternity cos we were sandwiched by two ever sleeping guys in the middle of the plane. And probably because I wasn’t mentally prepared for the journey and the flight paranoia thing.
We landed at Toyko Narita and boy was I excited to be in Japan. Except all I ever saw of it was the airport. It was a short transit, just enough to go the toilet. Wah their toilet had those toilet bowls that will help you wash your butt, but I wasn’t adventurous enough to try, haha.
Then the next flight took a horrendous 9 hours, during which there was no personal TV!!! WTF, then wat am I supposed to do, meditate? And by the time we got to LA we were sneezing from the dust from the seats. Kinda suspected that the plane wasn’t exactly clean lar. Anyway remember that the airbus is the one with no personal TV and the boeing is the one that has….or is it the other way round…anyway I’ll check my ticket and clarify this again. Really lor no tv is damn SIAN one hor.
Once we reached LA we had to go through the checks cos that was our first port of entry. And I actually stated nothing to declare, when there were like Maggie mee, coffee powder, tea bags and dried scallops in my bag, (when I unpacked I even realized I had a tub of cookies my mother made we) lucky they didn’t open and check. Anyway my bags were locked. But crystal said her bag had obviously been runned through when we unpacked.
At LA, it was freakin not cold. Seriously why am I complaining, it is like damn leng here right now and we are starting to regret it. Haha.
We had this 4 hrs transiting time and we decided to buy a burger king’s meal. SO EXPENSIVE….i wanna cry liao….it cost like 7 bucks, meaning something is 10 sing. Although I’ve seen this coming I still didn’t feel like paying. We shared it anyway.
At St Louis airport was when it got really cold, like I feel I could very well be turning into a very unflattering block of ice each sec that passes, and I only had my adidas jacket on. It’s great for lecture theatres but quite a useless piece of equipment here.
Along the way we stop at mac for dinner and the ride down the highway showed me my first sights of the US, before I fell asleep (wahahah). To think of it it kinda looks like the sights on the Malaysian highway cept it’s all ang moh here. And Columbia is as small town as you can get. Like really the typical small town you see in movies. How quaint. Anyway Tomorrow I’ll be having a good look round the place, and get my internet up and buy a cell so I can really call home. (and post this entry)
That all from me how. This is PY reporting from Missouri-Columbia.
PS. I just watched a bit of TV….about plastic surgery addicts, a longer lasting viagra, and pregnancy test kit ads. This place rocks.
What a day, I never wanna get on a plane again. It was a horrible 24 hrs getting crammed up in the plane and transiting and getting horribly mixed up nights and days. I wouldn’t say I’m jet lagged now, but how time is different and horribly illusive is a disgusting feeling. And my parents are experiencing day now, it’s 2.37pm in Singapore and something is 12am here. Outside is freezing cold, I had a rude shock, but no snow yet.
The day started with my parents and a very grumpy brother sent me to the airport at 4 in the morning. I cried, not like I can help it. Then crystal and I were on our own. The immigration people really check all your stuff lor, and it was damn troublesome. The first flight took 6 hrs (felt like eternity cos we were sandwiched by two ever sleeping guys in the middle of the plane. And probably because I wasn’t mentally prepared for the journey and the flight paranoia thing.
We landed at Toyko Narita and boy was I excited to be in Japan. Except all I ever saw of it was the airport. It was a short transit, just enough to go the toilet. Wah their toilet had those toilet bowls that will help you wash your butt, but I wasn’t adventurous enough to try, haha.
Then the next flight took a horrendous 9 hours, during which there was no personal TV!!! WTF, then wat am I supposed to do, meditate? And by the time we got to LA we were sneezing from the dust from the seats. Kinda suspected that the plane wasn’t exactly clean lar. Anyway remember that the airbus is the one with no personal TV and the boeing is the one that has….or is it the other way round…anyway I’ll check my ticket and clarify this again. Really lor no tv is damn SIAN one hor.
Once we reached LA we had to go through the checks cos that was our first port of entry. And I actually stated nothing to declare, when there were like Maggie mee, coffee powder, tea bags and dried scallops in my bag, (when I unpacked I even realized I had a tub of cookies my mother made we) lucky they didn’t open and check. Anyway my bags were locked. But crystal said her bag had obviously been runned through when we unpacked.
At LA, it was freakin not cold. Seriously why am I complaining, it is like damn leng here right now and we are starting to regret it. Haha.
We had this 4 hrs transiting time and we decided to buy a burger king’s meal. SO EXPENSIVE….i wanna cry liao….it cost like 7 bucks, meaning something is 10 sing. Although I’ve seen this coming I still didn’t feel like paying. We shared it anyway.
At St Louis airport was when it got really cold, like I feel I could very well be turning into a very unflattering block of ice each sec that passes, and I only had my adidas jacket on. It’s great for lecture theatres but quite a useless piece of equipment here.
Along the way we stop at mac for dinner and the ride down the highway showed me my first sights of the US, before I fell asleep (wahahah). To think of it it kinda looks like the sights on the Malaysian highway cept it’s all ang moh here. And Columbia is as small town as you can get. Like really the typical small town you see in movies. How quaint. Anyway Tomorrow I’ll be having a good look round the place, and get my internet up and buy a cell so I can really call home. (and post this entry)
That all from me how. This is PY reporting from Missouri-Columbia.
PS. I just watched a bit of TV….about plastic surgery addicts, a longer lasting viagra, and pregnancy test kit ads. This place rocks.
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