Million Billion Trillion

heathrow: dreaadful feeling of foreboding. i mean i can't think why. 12 hours flight. 17 hour layover. 7 hour flight. arrive and go to uni. anyway, waiting for gatecall and writing on the only note paper available from WH Smiths which is fat lines and I have writing on fat lines. it really bothers me. see, this could ruin my day, but you know its time to force yourself to enjoy things in a new and different way.

bangkok - 4 hours in
what a run around. thai ariways suck to me right now. there was no inflight entertainment, NOTHING, not even a reading light, you had to get up and wander the cabin to find a flight attendant to get a drink of water because they make you throw away the water that you have just bought in duty free!(?)anway, now ive managed to avoid immigrating to thailand for less than a day, i found a cheapish place to get a massage which was all the clicking and clapping that made me laugh and lighten up a bit (seriously!) reminded me of kathmandu laughing fit and yeah. you know im always quite proud of having tight muscles and difficult to massage, its some sort of validation that i am definietly the hardest worker etc. then i figured out the my AUSD, GBP and bhat could afford a 20 minute shower and SO SO heavenly to be clean - teeth and hair and everything!masseused and moisturised and toned feel readier to face the next 24 hrs of not really being here, lost in transit, discovering old starbucks in new places which still tastes like old dishwater and the most important discovery of all - the Cardinal Rule of Time Waste Management is: never do two things at once!

7 Hour Mark
ideas for time spending:
1. try to buy coffee +/- 1hr(different surroundings count as sensory stimulus)
2. do all currency exchange calculations in head - +/- 1 hr (0:
2. apply face mask in bathroom, brush teeth, re-do hair - 20 mins
3. listen to i-pod, 1/2 hr allowances
4. walk up and down +/- 20 minutes
5. browse shops, spray myself with favorite perfume, pretend im going to buy items, 20mins
6. re-arrange bags, 10 mins
7. try to sleep (no specific time alloted, however, important to note that i am usually too nosey to sleep in busy places)
8. try to find internet that takes pound coins (even though ive looked and looked, and can't find its a valuable occupation in absense of anything at all to do)
9.ticketing (opens at 5am) aim to be last in que so that more time is spent doing this one thing
11. write ((ewww) on thickly lined paper)
12. read The Value of Nothing (raj patal) - how to reshape market society and redefine democracy (all the while wishing i was rich enough at this particular time to be a consumer of anything) - actually a really excellent read.
10. wait at departure gate - 1 hr

Thought post: roughly 12 hr mark: was sitting, staring off into space, sudden urge to smoke some lovely leaf, as it is a known high quality time waster.

airport magazina exerpt: "she, recovering from a broken heart, he the loss of his brother, together they will pervert thier futures..." editorial note: pervert or change?

0600 - exciting update
ticketed, boarding pass in situ, grande cappacino! this my friends, is almost a wrap. as i sit here in the united states of starbucks sipping my coffee just so happy that they accept the old GBP! its coffee - ish and hot and im into the final moments of what has been, if nothing else, a little glimpse of what pergatory might be like (clue: long)

somtime later: blow out your candles folks, im sailing home! whoa! (? transit delirium)

song on my i-pod
"all i want is You
all i crave is You
I will run the race set before me
I will seek your face as the prize of my life"

Flight en route to Perth: almost celebrated too soon back there...i was the LAST REMAINING PASSENGER! yes! i know! after waiting 18 hours (in the end) i almost missed my flight

perth. hot. humid. broke. at a loss feeling. sleep............