Las Vegas was great. We started out on Thursday night, after school and a little snack, to the airport by a little before five. We spotted "fei jie", otherwise known as Lydia Sum (Sum Din Ha). I hadn't seen her at first, but my mother walked up to me, jabbed me in the ribs and whispered, "fei fei ah!"
She was looking all made up. Creamy, pretty skin, red sweater, same dark-rimmed glasses. But she was not as "fei" as I (or anyone) had thought! The camera must add on thirty pounds, in her case...which makes me depressed to think about how TINY the miniscule HK actresses must be on television standing next to Ms Sum must be. But yes...it was a more exciting stop at YVR than I had thought it would be.
Flight with HMY was good. Hot meal, good beverages, hot bun, good cookie, but bad-tasting snack. It was a mix of some rice crackers and nasty stuff.
Checked into Bellagio at a little after 9. (I think.) Went down to noodles for some midnight noshing (didn't feel like the 24 hour cafe), and afterwards took a stroll around the hotel, where we bumped into Chan Pak Cheung and his entourage. He came off a little aloof and was all like, "yep. stare at me." kind of attitude, so I was kind of sorry that I had actually stopped to let them walk in front of me.
Anyways, HE was looking more pudgey than I expected. I think he did a show a couple years ago at Caesars' Palace, and he was not as chubby then. He was probably about the same size as Lydia was! Even though he looks slimmer on television. How the heck does that work?!
The rest of the trip was a blur. I was a little sad that my cousin wasn't there to accompany me to dinners (to dress up and all that shazz), as well as at night since my sister is too young to do (and want to do) anything.
Thankfully, on the Friday night, there was a New Years' dinner and show that the hotel had, then on the Saturday night, we got tickets to go to David Copperfelds' show at MGM Grand. OK show, great illusions, but not as many as I would have thought. I wouldn't have paid the money to go see the show, but since it was free, it was a good show.
Didn't like the fact that he needed "cue card" TVs on the side, and some of the jokes he was making were just plain corny.
Photos and more about the trip later. (Have to upload them to the server from another computer.)
Yes, being an asshole is not a sin, as demonstrated by my brother everyday. I don't understand how someone who wants us to believe that he is "changed" and "good" and whatever can still be such a jackass. Maybe not to everyone, but I feel it that way. I don't know why he throws the insults. I don't know why he insinuates that I am "sinful" or up to no good, or a liar or pointedly out to get him. I just try to stay out of his way.
But no, he will, quite literally, walk *INTO* me given any chance, say when we're on the stairs, he'll walk into me. If we're in the corridor, he'll walk into me. If he's coming around a corner in the house, he'll walk into me.
And he does it quite often. Today he comes home, comes directly upstairs to my sister's room where I am standing in the doorway, leans over me, and says to my sister, "let's go to Whistler on Friday."
Number one, I was just talking, and you interrupted me. Number two, why choose to exclude me? What the hell are you trying to do? Do you feel better now that you've left me out of your entire retreat? I mean I'm standing right there. Do you not see me?
Obviously number two ticks me off more. I know I have to work on Friday, he knows I have to work on friday, does he have to say that in front of me??? And it's not that one instance either. He does this on other days as well, even when I do not have work or school.
Fuck that bastard. Too bad I have to see him in hell.
I have two HUGE pimples on my chin. It is pissing me off. It's two of those ugly, so big they're un-milkable craters of a pair of pimples too.
On the phone with Mark. Write tommorow.