Y Tuesday, January 06, 2009
8:59 pm
The reason why it's taken ages is simple.Basically, this trip's quite a move from the usual routine, the usual nuances of life, so of course I have to decide the best way to put it on text. Yes, I'm a lazy bastard. No pictures, because that would mean transferring data, uploading it to imageshack and linking it here. Too much work.
I toyed with a few ways of doing this; I actually logged the activities of those 10 days, and planned to put it up when I'm home. Then I figured, nahh why bother. The details are so boring. I gave all the logs a read through and found it will probably only be enjoyable for myself, so in the phone it stays.
Second way was to post a short summary on the trip, which was the lazy way, and as you guessed, thought up of the moment I got back, since you know, jet lag is not fun. DISCIPLINE, bro. That's why the post is as long as it is.
I decided on a compromise between the two, make up on the way kind of thing. Maybe that's why my writing stinks. I'm too lazy to plan and just do an impromptu.
Anyway, right now, I'm really bored. I was supposed to meet the guys for dinner at the newly opened Thaipan. Got called at about 6 ish? Yeah then messaged at 7 telling me to get ready to leave, shower and shit.
7.45, still no news. Gawd I'm pissT. I really don't mind waiting, but you know, give more solid timings and don't tell me to get ready. Fucking annoying. I suppose I'll give the newly re-opened Thaipan a miss.
Right. On to the trip. Where do I start?
DAY 1:
Ah yes. Plane ride was killer. For the trip there, because we're poor people, economy class meant -NO- direct flights. Now, this is actually a good thing, because 18 hours is no bloody joke. The flight was split into something like 7 and 9 hours respectively, stop over at Narita in Tokyo. By the time we landed in the airport in LA, fuck, I looked like hell. The usual, looked like a train wreck blabla.
The customs were really really fucked imo. First guy just tossed his pen at our faces without any words being exchanged between the both of us, to fill a form. Friendly.
Second guy was someone who needed some help. Let's call him Hua. Now, I don't really know if it's for formality or anything, but I think Hua here isn't too bright. See, when you asked if we had more than $5k USD, we told you the exact amount, you don't go asking if we have more than $10k USD. Nasty tones and raised voices do not disguise your intellect, which wasn't judged before you opened your mouth. But Hua, I don't blame you. Your job stinks.
Thanks for proving how much your education system fails, Hua. Ya dumbfuck.
The rest of the day was uneventful, photo taking session at the santa monica beach and a visit to the Paul Getty museum. Good god the place was windy and cold. Five seconds. That's how long I could last with the wind blowing at me without my nose dropping off or mucus turning to icicles. It was originally supposed to be a rest day, but because of competition, "visiting more places" was thought to be more appealing. Please just give us our room cards next time.