day three wasn’t meant to be. we should have wait towards the end of my stay to find out but we did it anyway. we went to the american consultate and got shit on by the US government. blah blah. i’ve already whined about it in a previous entry so no use trying to really remember hard what it felt like to be a loser in paradise. we’re going to beat the system because we’re going to think back on this and thank it for making me leave it all behind. so anyway, we just ended up […]

the day was a big one for me mentallly because i had previously decided that it was time to stop cutting my own hair. i asked her to cut my hair and didn’t stop her to say how i really want it. it was a big step for me. to let go of the self sufficenciy and control. it’s that small trust that doesn’t seem much but it’s ironic how much the little things can symbolize. anyway, i think we just sat around looking into each other eyes for most of the day but we did finally […]

_i am thinking in infra red a lot on this trip. _spanking modern home with all the native tress. auckland has got a lot of trees. make hiding easier. _’daddy, what time is love?’ asks little jimmy. _nz has got a lot of these little guys as well. poi poi something. a menance to society if not the universe. i can’t really recall doing any on the next day except walk around the hood and take silly urban photos. the streets are different much leaner than i would care for and i smells good. it’s a strange […]

_love LAX _bored at LAX _my lady’s home in the subs. clean streets. cute mailboxes. white people. sounds fimilar. _the younger warrior princess. she’s got the look down at an early age. _current princess. still cute and sexy but with more weapons of destruction. _my first coffee in the foreign country. happens to be a better than starbucks coffee house. they use orange so they know what they are doing.

20,000 miles and 10 days of romantic bliss later, i am staring at the computer screen again. still under the influence of MJ and cranking out travel photos like it’s still 7pm auckland time. on the flight home, i cried but not because i miss her. although i was on the verge at the airport as we’re waving our hands across the inviblse shield of reality. i know the emotional of a moderately mild departure will catch up with me later but on the plane i saw the movie, ‘whale rider’ and it made me cry. for […]