I'm back from my holiday. All I can say is that the US of A is so overhyped. I guess stupid TV shows only show the pretty side of it. I was so sick of the ang moh food over there and I have a good reason to do so; hello?? 4 friggin months of yucky suspicious looking Hall food and I'm thrown into the states with more oil-dripping pizzas and salad topped with thousand island?! I hate thousand island. Besides, looking at the size of 99.999% of the ang moh women there is a big enough reason to be turned off by their food. Therefore, I proudly proclaim I only had western food while at Universal S. Haha.
Vegas is gorgeous at night. I took a few shots but I'm too lazy to bring my camera upstairs so that has to wait. The weather was so terrible though, even at night, the wind was hot. The different hotel themes were the biggest attraction, not the casinos since my family was never the gambling type. I don't even know how to play mahjong for heaven's sake!
LA was boring. Sad but true. I only enjoyed myself at Universal S. for some reason. Beverly Hills and Rodeo Drive were ok. Some houses were just downright fugly. I think Britney Spears lives in one of those bubble gum pink fugly houses with hugeass prison like metal gates. Eeyuck!
Suffered from some major depression in Grand Canyon because there was zilch reception which prevented me from communicating with the
fattykid. Which reminds me, I'd better hide the phone bill from my dad when it arrives. I gave up calculating my daily expenses after Day 3.
Left the US of A one day after Independence Day. Saw pretty fireworks at Pier 39 and woke up after a horrible dream of being hit by fire crackers.
Went to HK and met
Tsui who is by far, the bestest host around. Although he dragged me to a thousand and one shops to find his cap, I still love him very much because he is one friend that doesn't judge. Plus, he dragged me away before I could be conned by the stupid store owner who tried to sell me a fake Chloe bag for 1300HKD.
3-sha, you'd be happy to know that I stopped him from telling me your horrible encounter with some cake faced bitch because girlfriend-bitchings should never go through the mouth of guys. It just loses the omph. I want to hear it straight from the giraffe's mouth.
Oh yeah.
M&G, please collect your perishable goods before they really perish.
Pictures some other time when I don't feel lazy.
