Adversity Breeds Creativity

My euphoria is contagious

I feel it eminante from my flesh

This airport reeks of positive/negative

All I smell is you

As I launch onto this movator to baggage

knowing full well 14 hours are before me

Until this plane even arrives

Your scent propels me

28 hours beyond this layover our lips touch

This sweet connection of lonliness

I’d give up candy for your touch

I am finding out that maybe I was wrong
That I’ve fallen down and I can’t do this alone

Stay with me, this is what I need, please?

Sing us a song and we’ll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

I am nothing now and it’s been so long
Since I’ve heard the sound, the sound of my only hope

This time I will be listening.

Sing us a song and we’ll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours

This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
(My heart, it beats for you)

This heart, it beats, beats for only you (It beats, beats for only you)
My heart is yours (My heart is yours)

This heart, it beats, beats for only you (Please don’t go now, please don’t fade away)
My heart, my heart is yours (Please don’t go now, please don’t fade away)

(Please don’t go now, please don’t fade away) My heart is yours

~~~ the cheesy lyrics are accompanied by a guy screaming alexisonfire style ~~~

I left the city for the Olympics and I recognize my reason to rant on the subject is limited. Yet, I rant.

I respect the right to protest. I think it’s one of my favorite things about living in a country such as Canada – our right to speak our minds and stand behind our constitution. However, when your city is already hosting an event I think it’s time to put down  whinestick and just take the opportunity to enjoy what is available. My parents went to a free concert every night during 2010 just down the street from their house, and because it was Surrey and away from the general tourist public they were granted with lots of space to move around and the ability to bring their own drinks. I saw the enthusiasm from fellow GVRD members and beautiful photographs from all over the city. Again, I wasn’t here, but I understand the scope of activities were free and captivating  even just walking down the street. When the games start perhaps the time to protest  is over. You, and your potential children are already going to be paying for this event. Put down the bitchtorch and just go out and enjoy it? Even if your form of enjoyment is yelling at drunk foreign tourists I can think of many ways to have a great time doing just that and still hold up your “anti-olympic” flame without looking childish.

Then today  I get shit on for not following the youtube clips of what was going on during the Olympics. I suppose next time said individual is in Vietnam they can tell me how well their youtube watching goes, as it is a communist country, and you are hijacking the shittiest of all shit internet connections. And  how dare I not keep up with what was going on because I used Facebook while I was away? Because keeping up with pieces of home when you are travelling alone certainly holds the same appeal. Oh, wait, actually… if you check my blog or facebook I have comments and photo’s on the olympics, too. Weird. The long and short:

Payam:

hey bean_around_the_world

In other news the new Hole track “Skinny little bitch” is actually sounding really good. Crazy old bitch still has it in her!

Met a beatnik in the last 24 hours in Vietnam

Regaled with impish antics,

jostling kamikaze through the streets

LaRue and laughture comfortable bedfellows

A decade crossing foreign land

escaping a war not his own

Exiled from the USA for 99 years

Mountie’s rapped a village door

narrow frame sliding down a

slick, black fire escape

to a stage just below

Stolen Paresien documents with any name

height, occupation, fiction

Yellow moon nestled in stars in Saigon

The night steals you

Cool breeze dances in the city

lily pads reflect dreams and aspiration

Life is endless

Smoke hashish and salsa dance with strangers

7:30am bus fromNha Trang to Ho Chi Minh City

Find accomodation for the evening in De Tham, the backpackers district

HCM airport at 7:05 pm tomorrow for flight #1

2.5 hours in the air, arrive in Hong Kong, begin 2 of 2 14 hour layovers

Another 14 hours in the air and HOME! Technically land at 8:05am March 2nd.

The girls I bunk with are in LOVE with the air con unit and insist on having it cranked all night, every night which is balls for your health. They hostel only provides the most flimsy “blanket” ( I can’t even call it that. My towel would be warmer than this thing ) which makes for interesting sleeps of alternatinghot/cold sweats, and vivid scattered nightmares. I am also rocking a very nice deep chest cough. Among the many things I am most excited about on the idea of home ( has a word ever sounded so sweet? ) is my bed. My wondeeeeeeerful, soft, ridiculously cozy bed.

I’m on a livejournal community that a bunch of really talented and crafy people frequent and highlight their wares. I am in love with this girl: http://www.etsy.com/shop/diademjewels

I love flirty and whimsical jewellery!

The ocean isn’t  the only thing made up 70% of water

These eyes could  pass a thousand great lakes in one sitting

The way the land bumps and indents along the shore

My heart wraps itself to anything with even a vague sense of warmth

I’m a hermit crab in a stolen shell