Worse comes to Worse (Part II)
1. There is another reason for hating Stitch. Visited the disneyland today. Almost broke its body when I grab the head of a plastic Stitch rubbish bin. Or i have to pay for something i hate very much. I had a good time in Disneyland today… at least don’t have to suck with the little shopping street. And I saw Donald Duck today standing next to me… wahahahahah. bad that space mountain was closed.
2. Went to the Famous Temple yesterday. I don’t believe in Fung-Shui-wise stuff. But i tested my luck by trying the ‘beg-bamboo’, which gives me a ‘Hom bamboo’ (in Wong Tai Sin language it is ‘bottom bottom bamboo’). Fuck. This gives me another reason for not believing in So Man Fung and not purchasing Beverly Hill.
I bought a Donald Duck with 3 foot cube box (remember its just the box). I don’t know. Maybe i will beg the JAL air mistress to let me get on board.
I tried good pork chop today (don’t think other stuff). Almost wanted to cried when i tried it. I can’t remember the last time I had such good food. Damn damn damn good.
Vacation is supposed to relax. But i don’t know why i think three or four times (in terms of time) more than when i was in Hong Kong. I walked more, carried more heavy stuff… and become more tired than otherwise. I am fucking tired and when i am tired i think of my work. thinking of my work makes me more tired. such fucking vicuous cycle bothers me throughout my 9-day trip. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Luckily I tried that pork chop.