wow.

28th June, 2008. 6.30 a.m, Frankfurt time.

So here I am sitting in the United Airlines lounge at I have no idea what time in the Frankfurt airport. Another new turning point in my life. I’m beginning to think that I might already have too many of those in my life.

Actually the whole way, I was feeling rather blasé about the whole thing. I have been waiting for about half a year for this after all! It just gets to the point where you want to just get it over with. There was this great big and tall American daddy who had his Chinese

(wow I just saw a guy who looks like an oldd David Boreanez)

wife and 2 kids with him, a boy and a girl. The wife had a beautifully soft Beijing accent and I thought how wonderful it was for the kids to be growing up learning two languages at once. I particularly envied the little girl. Her dad was hugging her and playing with her and she just looked so tiny in his big frame.

By the way. I don’t think there’s a single Asian in this lounge except for the two Filipino ladies at the counter. Bleh. Get used to it, right?

Anyway, the daddy was talking to his little girl about landing in Frankfurt and he said in a singsong voice to her “we are landing in Germany”. And then it just hit me.

I am landing in Germany.

Why?

Because I’m going to the United States to meet and live and work with people that I completely do not know at all. It’s going to be a whole new culture, with barely any Asians, as compared with my first time in Perth before, and I have this gigantic fear that l will not be able to live up to the irritating reputation of being the Old Man’s daughter, whom all worship and fear.

The Old Man I mean. Not me. Obviously.

As Diehard would say. Holy $h!t!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ooh. Filipinos speaking German. The wonders of globalisation.

ohh.. speaking of Diehard. Yes. Several of the Caucasians around are quite easy on the eye. But honestly. Do I care? I just look dejectedly at their chiselled faces and remember large brown eyes on top of a gigantic but adorably sensitive nose. And the rest of the whole package.

Cue the extremely-long-drawn sigh.

Oh well. We have determined that this is definitely positively the path I should be taking. I will be strong! I will be independent! I will be…

Damn I’m tired. Talk to you when I get to W-S.