THE "VOICE"
well i'm back to normal...work and stuff. nothing really new except a two piece bathing suit and a work neighbor. seattle's best cafe opened up beside my workplace a few weeks ago and i've been getting free supply for a couple of days until i told them i don't drink coffee. i just sniff it. i love the smell but not the taste. its bitter. i was wishing they'd send me the cheese cake instead, but they didn't..
i also found out, just yesterday, when he dropped by to say hi, that new work neighbor just flew in from cali (gawwd i miss cali ) last month. we talked about cali for a almost an hour and made me miss it more :(
i told him how i thought i heard the voice of god on the freeway my second day in LA. haha..yep i've experienced the worst my first few days there. that was years ago but it's all still vivid on my mind.
my cousin and i still suffering from the 18 hour flight jet lag woke up late that morning. my brother was already at work and just left us a note with pizza phone numbers telling us just to order pizza case we get hungry. he just got back from i don't know where and there's no food in his fridge. but we didnt want pizza. and its morning. pizza for breakfast? ewww..
we know what we want. pancakes! yes.. fluffy ones too. so, my cousin and i decided to go out.
"let's go find a diner!"
"where?"
"we go out and keep walking until we bump into one. there must be a diner around here." we spoke english, we had been raised on hollywood movies, surely we could find our way around.
so we threw in our windbreakers and started walking. down the street there was a convenience store run by a guy who looked like apu in the simpsons. we bought a copy of the lost angeles times and asked for directions.
"turn left at the corner, " he said, "then at the second stoplight turn left again."
sounds near enough, i thought.
lesson number 1 : distance is relative. a fifteen minute drive on the vast LA freeway is considered near :|
leson number 2 : los angeles is a driven place, as in you have to be driven anywhere. without a vehicle, you're dead. taking the bus is like a form of torture and walking is almost unheard of :|
"think we should've turned left on that street," cousin said.
"are you sure?" it didn't have a sidewalk."
"apu said the second stop light."
we turned around and headed back to the street. it was thickly lined with bushes. a sign said "entrance". we entered. we had gone perhaps fifty meters when what sounded like the voice of god stopped us in our tracks.
"where do you think you're going?!???" said the voice. it thundered through loudspeakers atop a police car, inside of which sat an officer.
"we are looking for a diner" we chorused.
"you wont find any here, i assure you," he said. this is the freeway exit. "you can't walk here."
"where do we find a diner, then? we asked...there is something to be said for ignorance -- we were so obviously alien (FOBs haha) that the cop didn't bother to grill us.
"you go back and keep walking. you'll find restaurants at a point there.
"thank you" we chorused, then got the hell out of there. our first morning in LA and we'd already been stopped by a cop..hahaha!
we both forgot our longing for pancakes and just walked back my bro's place.
we had pizza.
i also found out, just yesterday, when he dropped by to say hi, that new work neighbor just flew in from cali (gawwd i miss cali ) last month. we talked about cali for a almost an hour and made me miss it more :(
i told him how i thought i heard the voice of god on the freeway my second day in LA. haha..yep i've experienced the worst my first few days there. that was years ago but it's all still vivid on my mind.
my cousin and i still suffering from the 18 hour flight jet lag woke up late that morning. my brother was already at work and just left us a note with pizza phone numbers telling us just to order pizza case we get hungry. he just got back from i don't know where and there's no food in his fridge. but we didnt want pizza. and its morning. pizza for breakfast? ewww..
we know what we want. pancakes! yes.. fluffy ones too. so, my cousin and i decided to go out.
"let's go find a diner!"
"where?"
"we go out and keep walking until we bump into one. there must be a diner around here." we spoke english, we had been raised on hollywood movies, surely we could find our way around.
so we threw in our windbreakers and started walking. down the street there was a convenience store run by a guy who looked like apu in the simpsons. we bought a copy of the lost angeles times and asked for directions.
"turn left at the corner, " he said, "then at the second stoplight turn left again."
sounds near enough, i thought.
lesson number 1 : distance is relative. a fifteen minute drive on the vast LA freeway is considered near :|
leson number 2 : los angeles is a driven place, as in you have to be driven anywhere. without a vehicle, you're dead. taking the bus is like a form of torture and walking is almost unheard of :|
"think we should've turned left on that street," cousin said.
"are you sure?" it didn't have a sidewalk."
"apu said the second stop light."
we turned around and headed back to the street. it was thickly lined with bushes. a sign said "entrance". we entered. we had gone perhaps fifty meters when what sounded like the voice of god stopped us in our tracks.
"where do you think you're going?!???" said the voice. it thundered through loudspeakers atop a police car, inside of which sat an officer.
"we are looking for a diner" we chorused.
"you wont find any here, i assure you," he said. this is the freeway exit. "you can't walk here."
"where do we find a diner, then? we asked...there is something to be said for ignorance -- we were so obviously alien (FOBs haha) that the cop didn't bother to grill us.
"you go back and keep walking. you'll find restaurants at a point there.
"thank you" we chorused, then got the hell out of there. our first morning in LA and we'd already been stopped by a cop..hahaha!
we both forgot our longing for pancakes and just walked back my bro's place.
we had pizza.
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reminds me of the time i got lost getting pizza in chicago. i had only lived there for like a week and didn't know my way around the neighborhood. for some reason the bitches at the "local" (in quotations because like you said, it's all relative) pizza hut told me they don't deliver to where i'm at. i think i was just pronouncing the street wrong. but i had the most massive craving for a stuffed crust pizza with extra cheese. yes, i love cheese. anyway i ordered the pizza for pick up and WALKED there. i think it was something like 6 or 8 blocks - which is quite a heafty walk. so on the way back home i took a wrong turn on north avenue - coming OUT of the god damned pizza hut (i went east, not west). i walked for freaking ever and then when i started to see the blue line at damen station up ahead of me, i knew something was wrong. so i turned around and went the way i should have been going in the first place, eating my pizza out of the box as i walked because i couldn't just carry it and keep smelling it, it was calling to me! and then to top it all off when i got halfway back home it started to sprinkle on me. so i got home with a half eaten and wet box of pizza. but man was it worth it.
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