logistics logistics

i've got my airtix and hotel accommodation in place for my Bali trip next year. i'm just missing my airport to hotel transfer. i'm freaking out. i'm bloody freaking out. my plane is touching down close to midnight. i'll be stepping out of immigration at midnight. if there's no hotel pick up, and i'm going to flag down a Balinese cab at midnight, i'm going to shit myself. i'm to going to bloody shit myself. a million and one possibilities of what the hell is going to happen to me if my cab-driver is some psychopath who i really don't know what the fugg might want to do to me. Darah or Macabre? i'm freaking out. why can't the damn hotel reply me on getting airport transfer or not?! shit. i'll bloody ring up tomorrow. i'm getting impatient.

sun basking...

... rediscovered my favorite pastime.
book in one hand, tea in thermoflask in the other.

fugged sunday

i feel my blood vessels erupting. i feel like my veins are all going to explode and i'll get a stroke. my blood is boiling. so much adrenaline build up i wanna punch a couple of faces in. i am so fugging pissed.

i just want a chill out sunday.
me, my book, this chill out breezey gloomy sunday, warm tea, socks on my feet and my blankie.

chill.
trying to chill and zen out
not let this anger get the best of my sunday.

meeting the giant elephant shrew

sleepless nights means natgeo video watching via youtube.