Bubblelicious

usually when i had a crazy and long day at work, i would drag my tired self back home, sit at the dining table and unload my woes to my mom while she heats up my dinner. she would nod emphathetically each time, and assured me that i've handled the situation best that i could. as i eat the food that she prepared and thoughtfully saved for me, it occurs to me that my mom's work never stop. even after coming back from office, she still has to cook dinner for the family, and insists on heating up dinner for me whenever i came back late. my "long" day is totally insignicant compared to hers yet she never complained. by the time i finish eating, everything seems much more bearable once again. it has been a crazy, crazy week and i miss home.

alright alright...here are the pictures as promised. the place where i'm staying is an hour's drive away from LA. as you can see, i was sorely disappointed when we entered LA city for the first time. the buildings just seemed so aged and...err..on the low side? the famous Hollywood Boulevard where the walk of fame is located. there are lots of street performances as well as people in costumes parading along the street. Kodak Theater, Wax Museum and the Chinese Theater are all located here too. kind of disappointed again, not as Hollywood-ish as i expected it to be. by nightfall we decided to just cruise around town with the help of the map. we cruised down Santa Monica and Sunset Boulevard, all the way to Beverly Hills. and we stumbled into Rodeo Drive, right in the center of Beverly Hills. i have always wanted to go there after watching Pretty Woman! best thing is, it's every bit as Hollywood-ish as i imagined. coincidently, a private party is held at the House of Versace ...

She said I think I'll go to Boston... I think I'll start a new life, I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name, I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather, I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain... I think I'll go to Boston, I think that I'm just tired I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind... I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset, I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... Boston... where no one knows my name... Boston by Augustana although i have zero idea who's Augustana and where Boston is on the map, i'm totally in love with this song. everytime the lead singer croons " When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry when they see you ", my heart just melts like hot marshmallow. the notion of leaving everything behind to embark on an adventure in a place far far away can be overwhelmingly appealing at times. but the heart misses, tho...