Santa Monica | the first day

i just got back to the motel after spending my first hectic day walking around Santa Monica. the flight was madness! almost drove me to insanity with the long 19 hours of sitting and doing nothing. i almost took the plane hostage. plus the stewardess were not much of a view. i think my mum could make it as a stewardess with what i saw on the plane. geesh. weather is great during the day, but the nights are really cold. i'll always head back towards the motel when it starts getting dark.

there are a few things i never quite get in this country. for one, the currency. the coins are just so foncusing (fucking confusing). i need to think a while everytime i count the coins to pay. i think that's a dead giveaway that i'm not local. lol. you think?! to ease this unconvenience, i reckon 1, 5, 10, 20 and 50 cents can make up for any number easily without thinking everytime you pay. they've got weird ass names on the coin like a dime and a quarter. just fucking call it what it is la. 10 cents is 10 cents and 25 cents is 25 cents. what's with a quarter (25 cents) anyway? and they say they make life better and easier for everyone. like duh.

took some pictures the moment i arrived.

this is what my room looks like. i'll be spending the next few days in this place. the motel looks exactly like the one in my name is Earl. haha. they've got a so called pool which looks like its infested with, er, i dunno, i can't see the bottom. haha. some scary shit going on in there man. fuck yea. it's no Shangri-La but hell, i reckon beggars can't be choosers. at least they have free wifi, and thats a good thing for me.
this is what it looks like right across the street. apparently its the Los Angeles Temple. but i really don't know it's the temple of what. got me scratching for hours, and i still can't get it figured. fuck that.

the prices of petrol around here. thank God i live in Malaysia. summore here the distance between each point is so far from another. madness. couldn't be bothered to rent a car. plus its LHD (left hand drive) here. everytime i get on a cab, it feels odd, and i keep thinking he is driving on the wrong side of the road. can't coordinate myself with the LHD shit. LSD i know la.

i thought this picture was a classic. and they call the blacks jobless. er, i don't think so. the moment i snapped this, he turned to look, because i was relatively near to take that shot. and then he shouted at me," what are you looking at?". i replied," me no speak English!", and i ran off like a headless chicken. remind me not to be an idiot again. will update somemore soon. till then.