Merry Christmas!

So...Dad and I spent Christmas day exploring Singapore. We took the MRT to CityHall and walked down to Esplanade Park. After checking out the Merlion, we took a half hour river cruise around Boat Quay, Liang Court, and Rafles Landing Site. It was a little exhausting but really interesting. My christmas present was getting a cellphone! Yay! So my new singapore number is (65) 82841560. call me! text me! :) Later, we went to Chinatown and Orchard Road to check out the holiday lights. There are so many people here it's kind of overwhelming...I'm looking forward to getting around Orchard Road without the crowd (gotta get my shop on!)

Here's a picture of us in front of the Merlion, the symbol of Singapore who guards the waterfront.


Anyway, I've finally gotten over my jetlag. But I should get to bed as I have a lot of apartment hunting to do tomorrow...wish me luck!

Missing everyone back home. Love you all so much!

Lift Off?

December 22, 2008
2:15am
Location: JFK Airport Terminal 4

It started off as a pretty good Sunday: Christmas service at church, 2 hour long lunch with the Lee’s and the Lin’s, family Rock band at Tim’s apartment in Boston, steak dinner…we were just about to pop in a movie when the dreadful call came. “Flight 4620 from Boston to JFK has been cancelled. Blah blah blah” It said more but all I heard was “cancelled.” Immediate panic rises amongst the Huangs. Dad, being the glue that holds our family together, called the airline and five minutes later, we’re on our way to Chinatown to catch the next Fung Wah bus. Turns out our original plan of wanting to jet out to New York a day early because of the wonderful white Christmas Boston’s having was going to happen whether we liked it or not. So four hours and a pleasant van/taxi ride later, we arrive at terminal 7 of JFK. But, of course that terminal isn’t open until 4am, so we have to Airtran it over to another one. So here I am, getting ready for one of the biggest chapters of my life, waiting. It’s so completely out of my hands, it’s ridiculous! A year-long planning and the only weekend it blizzards is the weekend I’m trying to catch a 15 hour flight to the other side of the world. But it could be worse. We could have never got that phone call telling us the flight was canceled. We could have slept the night in restless anticipation, woken up, panicked, and be in sad despair over the fact that we’d missed our flight. At least we have a chance now. We’ve at least done everything we can to try to make it. So here’s to Singapore! (if I ever get there)

P.S. everyone in the terminal right now looks like a bunch of homeless people. I’m trying to say that in the least offensive way possible. But it’s great. We’re all just so tired and hungry and trying to get somewhere for the holidays that it doesn’t matter if we fit ourselves into every crook and nanny we can find. I’d show you a picture but I might be a creep show if I started taking pictures of everyone sleeping.