Hello all

I am counting down to Bali. I don't care who I upset in the process - you can all be jealous cos I am going to Bali and am going to love every gritty bit of it! Which reminds me I need to book somewhere for the first night t least. And email my brother there *score* and see if I can organise a guide for a few days! Ooh this is going to be excellent.

Spent a part of last night drinking with old friends, talking about dirty stories (FYI most of them don't know my life here and the things I write ^_^ for those of you here who read such things heheh, you are in my secret!) I have come to realise I am different to most of my girlfriends now. One of them is still as she was in school. Bold as brass and cocky as hell and the sweetest thing you will ever meet. And I love seeing her more than anything, I've just never told her that. But we had a good chat last night. And I met her man. Holy shit is he smoking hot!

And I need to be careful. When I drink, I lose that brilliant ability of mine of holding back what I think. Well, not entirely accurate. I still don't say it all, but it is very hard. And I let slip sometimes. And my sardonic and cynical nature begins to shine. *le faaa* So last night was interesting. I ran away at one point, they were talking about plane crashes and chided me for asking them to stop (because I AM getting on a plane in a week c'mon!), what I didn't mention was an old friend of mine from days I want to redo died in a plane crash in 2009, hit a mountain in a small pacific island country. So I really didn't want to hear about it. They don't get shit. It's like poking a bear with a twig, while it's hibernating. Won't notice to begin with. So I piss-bolted to the driveway where I had my long chat with the girl I mentioned earlier..

And all this night was so the others could meet our friend's new boyfriend. I'd met him when he was up before, just after Christmas. I still haven't decided what I think of him. There is something I cannot put my finger on. Or maybe I truly am a cynical freak who doesn't want to believe anyone is that "good"....

Vibes suck... Even more so when you haven't quite figured out what they are vibe-ing towards. But don't worry, like everything else in my world, I will figure it out. No one else will do it for me.

(oooh and update for photography me, am thinking long and hard about what the photographer I met said, and it's sort of a good idea. Save my sorry butt off and then go live in various countries and do photography and work that way in each and build up a network and skills set that will kick arse and get me work as a doco/travel/anthropological photographer. Sound like a plan?)

peace all.
K


something I shot in the dark...