::Nanuenymous::

Dec 25th, 2010

My arrival wasn't exactly what I expected. It was snowing heavily (from what I saw through the damped windows of O'Hare) and my head at that moment spinned heavier than a top. So, I headed straight to clusters of vacant benches nearby and rest my eyes for a while. I rummaged down my bag, looking for Tylenol. I had none. Shit, I mumbled. I suddenly felt empty without anything to drink and I could already feel that my kidney tank dried out so I went to Starbucks and grabbed a bottle of water and a tall soy salted caramel hot chocolate as a token of celebration to welcome Reen's arrival because that was her favourite piece from the joint. I sipped my cup and marveled at the fact that the arrival lounge was as quiet as a graveyard which I thought was a bizarre sight especially for the 2nd busiest airport in The States. Everyone I met was bitter, maybe because they weren't completely over with the fact that they had to work on a Xmas day. I was tired. But I couldn't put myself to sleep. I had a luggage to worry and a passport to carry. I played pretend that I was waiting for someone to fetch me up. Stretching my neck forward, extending my view beyond the window glass, as if I had a chaffeur to be concerned about. No one asked me, but I role-played because I was tired and bored. The old couple who sat besides me talked about relationship, I could hear the woman said something about being patient and drinking tea. The woman was an Asian. Asians are.. they're just... everywhere. I glanced over at Starbucks and saw the barista had changed. The girl who made my hot chocolate was a black girl, she looked like she's somewhere around my age. But she sounded like Princess Tiana in The Princess and The Frog. You know, with that unique accent. I recognize it as 'The Black People that sings Jazz songs' accent'. Clearly, I was heavily influenced by movies that I watched. Beyonce and Jennifer Hudson in Dreamgirls, and The Princess and The Frog. I then wondered why Steve and Mutiat don't sound like that.

Where was I? Oh. The barista. She was replaced by a Muslim girl who wore a hijab. I felt safe for no reason. Maybe because I knew if anything goes wrong, I could ask her for a help. You know how similarities you found between you and another person can form an unseen bond, because deep inside you know this similarity that you share brings you and the other party one degree closer? I always feel that way when I'm alone, searching anonymously for something that's relatable. I then noticed that my hot chocolate was not as hot anymore. I finished it in a gulp and threw the cup away. The cup had no French words written on it. I laughed a lil bit inside. Huh, another 7 hours to go. I called my mother, letting the household knew of my arrival. I texted Mira. I changed my seat because I wanted to be alone and not share my seat with people that I don't know. Because when I'm alone, I detest the crowd. Hah, see there? The oxymoron? They don't come by easily you know.

The grey cloud was replaced by the darkness of winter's night. 3 hours to go. It's still snowing. And there I was, waiting for Reen.