mood: dreadfulinuous music: 'hallucinex' by stereolab

i'm in hong kong again. this time in transit back to l.a. no, i'm not in the business class lounge again. my dad's miles aren't here to save me anymore. i'm flying home solo. which means that the next flight is going to be half a day in economy class, and also explains that odd 'word' that describes my mood. this computer is one i found in an obscure corner of the airport. sounds weird, i know. but there are six computer at this 'samsung e-lounge' and they are supposed to appease the needs of every techhead roaming around in the airport. i spent half an hour waiting in line for this computer and i'll be damned if i won't draw out my session.

my layover is 2 hours, and in those two hours i've spent maybe about 1/3 the amount i spent in indo the last week in this airport alone. i bought a book, a magazine, and a cup of coffee, and i think the equivalent in u.s. currency was $30.

i think 1 week is the perfect length of time for my stays in indonesia. the last day or so was when i started to get really sick of everything under the sun. and i do mean literally under the sun. jeez...

let me give you an example. the other day, one of my aunts insisted that we all go out karaoke-ing. i do sing in a band, but the other instruments drown my voice out enough so i'm not so self-concious. plus, the songs the karaoke people choose mostly suck. i ended up singing only the beatles songs they had. we did get a private room, though, so my embarassment was greatly limited.

so when i get home, i'm all alone for the most part. my parents probably told all the relatives i have in town to keep surveillance on me. you know, group conspiracy, big brother style. that's them. totally their style.

ok i'm at gate 21 and i have to make my way to gate 63 so i should probably get walking. trains are for wussies.

---Goei---