I'm back! Back! B to the A to the CK! Whooo... First I wanna say, even if I can't make it to France, I'd be glad I don't have to stay in Vietnam.

The immigration officers are unfriendly. They don't smile at you while stamping your passports. Not that I needed them to smile or anything, but it seemed as though they went all out to have that "you-shouldn't-be-here" look. Sigh. Maybe it’s just a commie thing or something, eyh?

Food was definitely an issue for me. Vietnamese eat nothing but trees! Haha… Every meal had at least 2 uber huge bowls of greens. And mostly, you had to put them leaves (and other stuff) on rice paper, roll it up, make it look like a huge pig-in-a-blanket and eat it with fish sauce or something. But I was neither a rabbit nor a goat so I didn’t touch that green stuff. Where’s the meat, man?! I’m an 80% carnivorous lil dodo! Couldn’t have beef/chicken/mutton/whatever coz they ain’t halal over there. So I had seafood all the way. Crab, fish, squid, shrimp… wtf! I don’t like seafood, damnit! I think I’ll go screaming down the street if I see another prawn. Sheesh. All that healthy food made me cranky for hours. The hotel food was delish, though. The croissant was worth the trip alone, I think. Huhu.

Anyways, Vietnam is not for me coz the shops close at 12am. No nightlife, and you wake up at 5am. Geez. Haha. And too many of the people have very little sense of humour, I swear. They laugh only when it's like, seriously funny. There was this tourist in the flea market who laughed saying that her bag is as big as Santa's, and the shopkeeper didn't crack a smile. That's just sad, really. I don't think I can live in a place like that. And there was not a cat in sight! Just dogs, dogs and more dogs.

There were like, an equal number of male and female motorcyclists. Pregnant women with stilettos, men with two kids, old people carrying wooden planks.. you name it, they’re all piled onto the bike. The roads were 70% scooters! You don’t need a helmet either, and I saw hats and caps flying off from random heads. Another thing that struck me was the fact that half the male riders were actually pillions to the females. Haha… don’t see a lotta that in Singapore.
And the maha grand statues of "Uncle Ho", (as they called Ho Chi Minh) were at like, every junction. If it ain't a statue, it's a poster. And a lot of the lampposts had banners, depicting people carrying the Vietnam flag, breaking away from chains on their wrists. Way cheesy, but it's Vietnam after all. Huhuheux.

Oh, the guys there aren’t for me either. They’re small, short, scrawny, and sepet. Haha. There were only like, 4 guys who caught my eye. Wth. The first good-looking dude I saw was the hotel concierge; but he took out his wallet and unfortunately I saw a photo of a lil kid inside. Shucks. He’s prolly married. Huhuhu… The 2^nd one was a (traffic?)policeman. The 3^rd was some boy sitting at the roadside foodstall. But I think that was mainly coz he was staring at yours truly with this weird fascinated look. The last dude was also a policeman, and gosh was he ever hot. Hahaa… maybe it’s just me drawn to men in uniform, eh? Tak tau lah.