Trip was fun.
Chicago have a thriving arts and culture scene, it was awesome. Seen 3 actual, DADA movement pieces. Stood in the same room with Monet's Water Lilies. Went to watch WICKED# on Broadway in Chicago - dreams do come true. Buried the hatchet with my brother. Touched snow for the first time in my life. Got mistaken for a Mexican 'chica' twice. Now owns my very own Varga Girls imitation pin ups. Took flight home alone but all 3 of my connecting flight was delayed so a 21 hour journey home became 28. Insane experience. Got back to Malaysia, fucking airport lost both of my luggage that contains 6 pairs of Nine West shoes, Coach handbags, Victoria's Secret lingerie and my cupcakes underwear. Threw a bitch fit in KLIA lost and found office thus intimidated airport people.
Tired and jet lag. Will go to sleep now.
The Constantly Dramatic One is back. Bitches.
Called the airport, still no sign. Though I do not know whether its a good thing or not that the rest of the NINE people who were on the same flight with me who also lost their luggage have not gotten their luggage as well...so is that a bad thing? Or a good thing? I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that I wanna go to KLIA and burn down every MAS airplane there is.
Yes. I have anger issue. You do too if the damn airline lose your luggage.
Also, I dunno how this is possible but apparently I have put on weight within the span of 10 days I was there. Duuuude...I put on weight. Fuck. I'm fatter now than I already was. This is bullshit. I am hitting the gym tomorrow.
Now if you are my friend and you know me outside of the blog sphere and if we do meet up later on, please do not point out that I have gain weight because such comments are unappreciated and unwanted. And yes, I'm talking to you Trix.