2003-08-24 - 11:13 p.m.
Firstly, to lame ass person who signed my tagboard... my tagboard is NOT a fucking chatroom. Got it? Want to chat or cyber, get off diaryland.
And well... am back in Hong Kong. Feels rather strange to be back, but I am happily logged onto the internet with DSL!!! and my room as in perfect order as I left it (meaning it's as messy as hell).
I'm still feeling the bumps of the turbulence on the way down -was typhoon- and feeling kinda embarrassed I didn't talk to Mr. Weaver and Ms. Yee who were on the same flight as me from Vancouver. I did smile and wave a bit, but I didn't actually go up and talk. I have major issues with going up and just talking to people.
The flight didn't have much in the way of new entertainment. They had Shanghai Knights and Bringing Down the House, like the last trip, but this time i got to see Down With Love and Phone Booth!
Down With Love was lightly entertaining, with innuendo all over the place. My sister didn't understand most of it, so I didn't have to censor anything. My sister refused to watch Phone Booth, which I also found very entertaining... especially because of Colin Farrell. Hee. Hee. Heeheehee. Okay. Ahem.
Then I watched all the movies twice and threw in The Full Monty to my 'watched-on-airplane' collection.
It's amazing how much happens in 24 hours a day. When I was on the plane, my grandma would be going to the casino, watching TV, babysitting my cousins, and eating all three meals. People were yelling at each other in airport checkout lines, horrible food was served aboard Air Canada from Calgary to Vancouver, and I watched millions of movies.
But enough of that. I'm going to sleep and enjoy having my room back.
