Yeah. It's been 7 days I've set foot in HK. (For all those who don't know that) I'm feeling bleh so that's how this journal goes.

To summarize the whole thing, it's hot. So hot that I can't even be hyper like I used to be in Canada. Instead I have an increase amount of temper flares because it's hot and moist and sticky. Heck, I can't even breathe in this stupid weather. Imagine being in a sauna with a ton of people and they're all sweating with you. Now add in some burning sunshine. That's how it is here. I just get so frustrated over everything because my brain's filled with smog and I can't think well.

Even it's been 7 days (fyi, we're staying here for one and a half months), we (family and I) have done TONS of things. Visitng relatives, shopping, banking stuff, etc, etc. It's ridiculous how I never seem to get a day to chill in the hotel except when we come back late at night. My to do list is already half completed. =_= The only things I need left is the CS4 disks (which I have failed to find), but I might as well ask someone for it *coughelainecough*, and a couple of books and tidbits.

Oh yeah, about the hotel stuff. It's around $60 CND per night in a 5 star hotel. Obviously it sounds really cheap, living in a hotel that's on the 59th (yes, you heard me, FIFTY NINTH) floor and having a view of the sea with too many cargos, but the quality of the room isn't the most impressive thing. The shower floods, the bed's moist and sticky just like the weather, and the cupboards' hinges are loose. Not to mention the pool's nonexsistant even they say it's there and the execs haven't even planned where the gym's supposed to go. The design of our room's okay though, and after living there for 7 days I'm getting used (and rather fond) of the room. We're going to move out tomorrow =_=.

Visiting relatves is one of the bigger mehs of my trip. I don't really know what to talk about so I end up sitting there staring to a distant space. Every relative who's in the Y generation are all younger than me. A LOT younger. If you know me well you'd know I'm not the best at coping with kids. Anything lower than the age of 9 means distaster. There's a 2 years old right in this room while I'm typing this up. Thank goodness she's not clambering over me yet.

I don't know what I'm ranting about. Anyways, moving on.

Shopping might sound fun at first, but if you're shopping the WHOLE DAY it's pure torture. It's like walking the whole day. Hong Kong seems to have a habit of never putting any chairs and benches anywhere in public except for parks (dad says they want people to walk more so they can buy stuff) which means you're basically standing all the time. It's a freaking marathon. We wake up at 7am and do whatever we do until 10pm.

Speaking of shopping, I've been throwing money away (well, buying useless things) and stocking up on candy. Whee. My mom things I'm nuts because I have a whole bag already. Stickers and gadgets and gacha things too. The highlight of my shopping spree is definitely spifferooific-iphone-ripoff phone. Mmhm.

Clothes-wise, I'm stocking up on extremely fobby clothes. Be prepared for frills, laces, and ribbony thingamajingies. They're cheap too. Seriously. Can you find a frilly tie-dye shirt for 5 bucks? Not in Canada.

There's some really weird things in HK. I probably never noticed it when I was a kid but now I'm older I'm noticing some creepy things. REALLY creepy things. Pron magazines aren't really THAT disturbing except the fact they show it out in public and broad daylight. They all have women in bikinies, basicly. But the sheer amount of pron they have is... well... crazy. Then the most weirdest thing I ever came across was a buddah statue. No, buddah statues. They have the same normal buddah face made with stone and whatnot but they have a... let's just say, male part, sticking out of their heads and they are HUGE. Life-sized and standing up proud and tall. Some of them have veins. And they're lying out in public JUST LIKE THOSE MAGAZINES. Okay, I know some people want fertility and whatnot but still...

Oh yeah, one of the stupid things at the hotel is there's no internet service. We have to go to the main lobby where they have some compoot but there's always little kids hogging there.

Worst of all, I basically haven't been drawing since I set foot here. Except that day when I'm drawing gestures of people playing badminton. Everyone on DA's getting better and I'm starting to freak out. If I draw in public, I'm going to attract attention from relatives and they're going to buzz all those questions about my future and whatnot. My sketchbook is now tucked away because my parents keep saying how I bring useless stuff with me and my bag's like a ton of bricks.

That means my projects are going nowhere. I can't effing draw and I've been on an art block for... what, a month?

Gah. tl;dr much?