As you guys know, I’ve been ranting and spamming on my twitter on how much I missed Calvin during the winter break. 24(?) agonizing and tormenting days of solitude and despair.
Ok, I think I kinda exaggerated a little bit because…
I left my heart at the snow-capped Grand Canyon,lost my ass in viva Las Vegas,and lose my head in enchanted Disneyland.
My winter break was amazing.
13 hours drive to the Grand Canyon, another 5 hours to Las Vegas, another 4 hours to Los Angeles then 5 hours back home.
I didn’t do much driving even though I’m the only legal one in the car. Dickson and Ellen did most of the driving and I swear they are now Red bull junkies. During the road trip, I try not to mention the boyfriend too many times, because it gets really irritating, trrrrust me. I’m called ‘ boyfriend oriented’ numerous times during the trip because I was hogging on my blackberry 24/7.
MSN,SKYPE,TEXT,CALL.
Nope, no more exploding phone bills! Because I have it all under control…..
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My main story is to talk about my tragic start of the year.
Let me start with the New Year’s eve party I went to. The place, ‘The Blakes’ at Berkeley, was GHETTO and RUN DOWN. If I don’t have Tiara and the rest to spend that night with me, I think I would just sulk, countdown in my head and not have any drinks, AT ALL. The music was kinda good though, they played some tracks from Armin Van Burren’s U.R’s chapter four. Let me break it down on what happened,
( Disclaimer: I promise that I only do the following ONLY on new year’s eve.)
After the countdown, I got a little bit tipsy, and the next thing I know I was lurched into Danny’s car by Cisca and Wita.
Then I tried to sober up by sleeping a little at Danny’s.
Woke up an hour later, (3am), the rest of the people arrived for the after party at Danny’s.
SOBER ALREADY.
Everybody started drinking again.
And so I did.
LOL.
So, as you know, the next morning I am suppose to be at the arrival hall waiting for my man right.
WELL
GUESS WHAT
I DIDN’T.
Because we broke up.
OK KIDDING.
Because his flight arrive 45(+/- ?) minutes early. The supposed arrival time is at 11.15am, he arrived at 10.38am. I didn’t sleep the whole night ok, I came home at 7.30am. He texted my brother to ask him where I was. I was like, “What the hell, why did he call Dickson first and not me?!” So I called him, conversation goes something like that..
D: Eh you are here already?
C: Ya, I thought you gonna be here at 8am.
D: *explain blabla*
C: Oh…
D: So do you still want me to drive to SFO?
C: No la, no need to come, I’ll go find you later.
D: Whaaaaaat, *starts ranting in my head*
D: Ok, bye. See you later.
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The 2 days before he arrived,phone conversation,
C: B, if you’re not at the arrival hall because you overslept because of the nye party, I swear I won’t talk to you.
D: Oh, ok. wth
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At that point when I said I’m not at the airport. I could tell that my anguished boyfriend was angry. I was angry, but don’t know what to be angry at. I feel so darnitwtf helpless.
First day of the year, and I thought I could see Calvin. (Eventually I did. Just a little bit late.)
I only get to see him THREE HOURS LATER. Because of some unfortunate delays. He explained that he wasn’t angry, at all.
When he finally got to my apartment, my eyes welled up a little. 24 fucking days. And we are already like,” OMFG, DIE DIE DIE.”
WHAT IF I GO TO NEW YORK.
( PS. Thank God my boyfriend is not one of those boys who breaks up with their girlfriends after a 3-week vacation. Hehehheehe, you know who you are, asshole.)
