12 hours and 35 mins… and we’re landing on San Fran. Thought twas 21 hours? Huh?!  Gosh, 15 mins to touch down… WOOHOO!!!  Umm, no butterflies on my stomach?  Really?  Just all body extremities cold?  What’s that supposed to mean?

Walking down to the Immigration now.  Merde, the officer is spending like 20mins to interview each passenger.  Urgh, tough!  Would he interrogate me about the antique, rusty, bulky, and heavy iron that Pam asked me to bring?  Nah, he won’t… Umm, how about the ginseng?  Or the mushroom coffee?  They just had us make a list of the food we are bringing in… Ohmigosh!  Well, stay calm.  They won’t send you port to port girl!  Er, will they? (jitters).

Whew, that was easy!  Not even 2 mins of interview… I must be pretty eh?   Nah, i didn’t wink at the officer, silly.  Oh, okay… so where’s the luggage section?  Ups, there’s the ladies’ room, gotta go there first.  See if i still look like human. 

Oh, heavy luggage… okay, where’s the way out?  Gosh, Zi must be there waiting.  Did i retouch enough? Or do i look like Madam Butterfly now coz of too much powder?  Whew, breathe in, breathe out.  You’re doin fine girl.

Look for Zi, but don’t look so excited looking.  That’s it, keep your composure.  Oh, there he is!  I’m not fainting, I’m relaxed, I’m cool…. Gosh, i’m 2 steps away … and he’s smiling….  ohh!

GENTLE HUG …  (He said he felt me quiver when we were already driving to Sacramento )

TIGHT!  The hug, i mean.  (He said he was quivering too, but maybe i was too busy quivering, i did not notice).

And we’re walking to the carpark.  He keeps on looking at me.  Why?  Am i too obviously excited?  Am i too pale?  Or too flushed?  Darn!  There he goes again, looking at me.  Why doesn’t he just talk and just busy himself talking??? Girl, keep those knees straight, no jelly, pleaseeeeeee.

Hurray, there’s his van.  I still can walk… yeah, i can.

At last, I’m settled and buckled on the passenger’s seat.  Gotta be cool.  Stop playing with your hanky, silly!  Oh, he put back the trolley… now he’s walking back…. oh gosh, towards me…. oh, he’s now facing me… too close… gosh, what is he doing??? I think he’s gonna kiss me… yeah… breathe Ni, breathe! 

GENTLE SHORT KISS!  Now he’s smiling, but still staring.  Glad i’m seated, thank God!  Thank heavens!  Thank angels! Thank saints!

Whew, he’s now walking to the driver’s seat, jeeezz!  Now my pulse is starting to normalize!  … and the car is starting to move …. once more, he looks at me, smiling. 

Am i breathing?