Did I say this?

Diana reminded me of this email I wrote on our honeymoon. I like that many things still resonated and I found comfort in the fact that I still felt the same. Because often, the things that used to matter much erode in the wave of forgetability.

Except about the Chanel bags because I actually already have one now. *Arms in Air-Yes!*

On 3 July 2008 14:41, delilah chan wrote:

Hi my dears, how are you?

It’s the end of Day 2 already in L.A. At the airport, Ken got through customs and immigration while I got held back. 3 officers studied my passport and punched secretly into their secret machines, glancing at me and yelling at me each time I tried to stand up to “Sit Down!”.

I found out later that I was stopped because I didn’t look like I was from Singapore. WTF? How does one look like a Singaporean? Apparently, they thought Singaporeans must look like Koreans. S-M-A-R-T (ass).

Since the time we disembarked, we’ve had 3 major achievements so far.

1. Jumped off cab when driver, after taking off, insisted on a “flat” fee instead of using the meter. Flat fee he wanted was US$75 when our research tells us the fare for the distance we were going should be no more than US$45. We firmly insisted on taking another cab although he was cursing his head off. Earlier this morning, we actually saw the same driver with a gang of “similar ethnic origins” hanging outside a mall we were at. We ducked, maybe he had stalked us and wanted us dead! We ran. And ran. And quickly boarded the first bus that came by. To no where. Felt so clever.

2. Managed to steal wireless connection making it not just cheap, but free to go online. Hence, able to send email to dear friends.

3. Cup noodles and packets of 3-in-1 coffee made it through customs this time. Free coffee and supper in room. *V sign*

So with all things going as planned, we went shopping. Found a tee with words sprawled across chest. Thought of Cynthia immediately. It read “They are Tremendous. They are Fabulous. And they are REAL.” A man outside the Kodak Theatre in a Spidey outfit made me think of Nanfang’s Jonathon. A fat man with a chihuahua the size of his fist made me thankful of our dogs at home. A book paying tribute to Sex and the City reminded me of my last US trip with Diana to NYC and how fantastic that was.

I was starting to wonder how I was going to spend 2 weeks with Ken away from my friends and all the other people/things I love.

This morning, we went gallivanting on Beverly Hills. I shuffled feet awkwardly in expensive boutiques and knowing full well I could afford nothing, we stepped outside to smoke our Duty-Free cigarettes. As I day dreamed about how it would feel to be filthy rich with the sun was beating down on us, a Porsche had stopped at our junction. I noticed its driver was single young female, in fact looking no older than 18 years old. I told Ken, I bet she doesn’t shuffle awkwardly in Chanel. Ken at that time was holding his bag above our heads. I was wondering why. Until he said, “she doesn’t have anyone to shield the sun from her face”. Indeed, she was squinting so hard her pretty face was completely twisted.

At that moment, I saw poetry for the first time. Not her. Ken! Honey moon is starting to turn out well. The world stopped for a while and he was the only thing that felt right.

Until… he attempted to navigate relying on cartoon-style map that cheap hotel provided. It had all the landmarks and all the street names and legends. Problem. Not drawn to scale. Commando man believes any distance index finger can cover on map, human feet can walk.

NOT TRUE. GROSSLY INCORRECT.

We walked for HOURS. No cab, no bus, no metro. Only rich cars zipping by and rocking the pavement. Add to that, it was getting dark and the weather was turning cold. My denim shorts that looked sensible in the day now feel very stupid in the cold evening wind. Add to that, all the water and teh-O I had been drinking all day was pushing my bladder to its dark dark limits.

So actually, achievement #4. Dee Not Pee.

Ken has decided that it wasn’t his fault map not drawn to scale. Had decided tomorrow I shall navigate. I think we shall end up circling the perplexing panties (V-string, Thong, Bikini or Tankini?) section in Victoria’s Secrets…

Be well everyone. Miss you all.

Luff,
Me

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