midwest '12

boleh tak nak terasa dengan post di atas ini? haha. seriously, never thought of meeting him in those instances. when other people bragged about meeting him and i didnt have the chane to even have a glance of him, *poppoppop* there he was , standingsittingcheeringsnappingpictures just a few metres from me, for almost 45 mins (during the 2nd half of soccer match between pennstate and canada). and then i met him again, at the outlet at chicago, when i was wondering cluelessly looking for things to ponder upon , and there he was again, walking next to me. tihihi.

not a fanatic fan of him though , i just like his videos on youtube. i think i ve seen his old video where his English wasnt as good as he is now. i believed this has sooo much to do with never ending practices. He improved a lottt. Seriously.

Back to his status update up here, to think of it again, what would actually happen, if , i say hi to him? haha. dream on. his female friends (which also happened to be my close friends)  laughed out quietly when i told them my excitement of seeing this guy for real. this is life.

my first midwest is another bittersweet memory. the first time i drove for almost 5 hours, at night. no, early in the morning.because  the other two co-drivers are scared of the trucks which actively speeding in the dark. hmm. plus all the time spent taking photos not of my fav scenes, losing my game in the very  1st round, lacked of good sleep,  seeing people stressed out when they werent supposed to, it seriously have taught me many valuable lessons.

can anyone teach me how to reject a request of help ?

oh yes, we ran into an animal, probably a raccoon on our way back to pennstate, and it had caused a dent to our bumper. we panicked out so fast that we started to call people to get help. i thought the engine was out of place because the car made weird noises. few arab guys offered help, and the truth is, nothing much  git damaged. we ladies, we just got  panicked too much. this panic wouldnt have had attacked us in the first place if we travel with gentlemen because they know about engines and cars more than we do.

end of story.