I’m back in the States. 🙁

No blizzards or tsunamis can stop me from getting my education.

Thank you to my beloved Jia Min and Ruth, and Alex Tham, Nee Kee and Sze Jiann. Hehe no need to waste petrol la!

::The Oois. Look at Fat Her. See where I got my genes from?::

::Po3!!! Love ya dears!::

::The person who denied my mother his phone. Haha she scold wan ar Alex!::

::Aijor Nee Kee, see even though in this pic I look like crap I still put it up. 😛 ::

::Aiya, this one ar? Sent me off just so he can tell me to say hi to Angela.:P::

I arrived safely, with no delays or any such thing. However, there was this very strange man whom I sat next to on the flight from Hong Kong to Chicago.

When my polka dotted pink and white bag brushed against his arm, he squealed, “Oh no! Something pink has touched me! i’ll never be able to sleep again!”

Wtf is wrong with pink?!? And you how old already, 40 something still act so damn weird!

I stretched my lips from side to side and gave him the biggest fake laugh I could muster.

Then later when they served us instant noodles (don’t ask me why) and I finished the whole miniscule bowl, he said to me, “Oh you ate the whole thing! I can see you getting fatter by the moment.”

Wtf!!! Why stranger also call me fat! And it’s not helping that he himself has a belly the size of Africa.

I tried, “But you’re the one that’s so much bigger than me.”

“Yeah, but look at my height and look at yours. At your size, you can’t afford to get fat. You’d look like a beach ball, hahaha.”

“Ha ha ha ha.” Another fake laugh.

Why am I always so malang bertembung with these kind of peculiar people, please tell me!