Almost Birthday Time and a Day for Blog Closure???

Hi everyone. . .anyone who is still checking this blog.

I have found blogging, skyping, and this general genre of twittertwatt cyber communication

extremely demotivating. It's fun in those manic times when for some reason or another (usually because you've been watching too much reality TV) you have fallen out of touch with the deep rumblings of the universe and need to chit chat twitter twatter talk to the void and see what, if anything, and with passing time less and less. . .comes back. . .

I know people probably have many opinions but to me, as I type here, this whole blogging scenario just seems like a very elaborate conversation with oneself. . .

I threw all of my journals in the garbage a long time ago.

Though it's been great at times. . .I'm ready to call it quits on the blog. . .at least in any real way.

Definitely check back from time to time. . .as I'm sure to post something or other. . .especially if Vienam is interesting. But for the time being. . .I'm off to bed. . .bye bye blogland. . .sionara Palembang. . .and hello Hanoi.

Didn't think the day would come. . .

Love and thanks to everyone who has given me support through this really tough year.

Over, Out, Happy Birthday,

Tuesday

4am Singapore

Depending on how you look at budget travel, it can be fun, or back-pain inducing. From my position here at 430ish am at Changi airport in Singapore the fun to back pain ratio is tilting in fun's favor. . . now that I'm no longer lying on my purse beneath a spark-emitting ceiling.

Sparks? You might ask.

Yes, very pretty actually.

Seems when you decide at around 2am that you want to go horizontal on the benches, the best spaces are already taken. . .so you wind up by the rennovations.

My trip to Honolulu is a 48ish hour epic affair. From Palembang to Jakarta, Jakarta to Singapore. I spent 13 hour in Singapore. I got to go to my favourite restaurant in Little India, this hole in the wall place called Shafira across from the Fortuna Hotel and next to the spot where everyone goes to buy gold.

I spent 5 hours at Borders reading up on how to be a producer.

Then back to the airport, stealing comfy chairs from old men and then guiltily giving them back, listening to the squeaky music of the people lifting thing as the rookie construction worker tries to put it in just the right place under the falling stars. Fell asleep for awhile. Now am at the free internet kiosk. . heading to Tokyo at 6am. . . where I continue my hunt for. . . TWEEZERS!

I have 6hours in transit so if there are tweezers in Narita Airport I will find them!

Tuesday