nothing says fun like...

nothing says fun like being scared to death by your neighbor sticking his head in your bedroom window as you and your boyfriend sleep with hardly any clothes on to tell you that there is another tsunami coming.

get up, watch the news, make fried rice, worry again, feel deja vu, can't help but think...'this is what we should have done last time...' frantically try to make phone calls while the phones don't work, talk to your mum, let her know you're okay, and in fact not coming home, smoke a bamboo cigarette in the breeze, look up at the sky and hope for calm waters, and sleep.

i will be off this island in less than a week...