sleepless

I woke up in terror. Our apartment was being assailed from all sides, sounding like our windows were going to burst open and rain broken glass on our bodies. Not only that, it was deafening; a full orchestra of the winds and percussion beating down on the roof, the walls, the door, making unique noises on each surface it pounded on. It was simply: hail.

in three weeks, my darling

happy,

and in a daze.

our lives have been chaos.

I can't believe it's been a year, 

my love.

Girlfriend

St. Timothy yearning for his flighty girlfriend; so close, yet so far away.

It may look like there are two or three extra cats in the photo besides Timmy, but rest assured, there is only one: Kitty Baby. The star-crossed lovers gaze at each other, transfixed by the others' piercing eyes. They love each other, but don't know how to embrace it. He wants nothing more than for her to settle down with him, maybe start a family, but Kitty Baby is anything but the family-type. She's a free spirit, a wanderer. She comes to the windowsill every couple of days to taunt St. Timothy with her dazzlingly good looks. He is deeply under her spell, and pouts for the rest of the afternoon when she hops off her sunbathing ledge. She embodies everything that St. Timothy cannot have: freedom... hunger... disease.

One day, he will find himself cuddled up with the delicately feminine version of himself [she has light green eyes; his eyes are golden].

By the way, I started a website to document my artwork and the other projects I have been working on. You can find it here: ittybittybunny.blogspot.com

St. Timothy the Majestic

Behold, the power of intergalactic fantasy and horror have combined to form this heavenly creature. May his meekness and fortitude bless us evermore.

xoxo

why we delayed our flights, pt. 1

In less than nine hours, our motley band of orphan kids will again take to the stage, after having used the Night Market stage as their only dress rehearsal. This time, it will be in front of the world authority on Khmer dance: The Princess. As in, Her Royal Highness Samdech Reach Botrei Preah Ream Norodom Buppha Devi.



Heaven help us.





xoxo

for real

At one point, our flights home were set for 19 October. And then 15 November, to leave in seven hours, no joke. Three hours ago, we jetted over to the downtown office of Korean Air to fix that and finalize delaying our departure until mid-December.

I stole some squares of their pink toilet paper out of rebellion.

Oh, and a magazine; one about corruption.



Also, I'm holding off on posting more photos of us so that you can forget what we look like, and then be horrified when we return and our faces remind you that you are not, in fact, friends with or related to exotic world travelers who delight in experiencing the bizarre, but are, instead, friends with or related to the same old, same old Todd and Amy, who live in a cupboard in Springville.

...who use commas like they were burning holes in their pockets.



Yeah, that pair.





[Who locked into their engagement one solid year ago, I might add.]

[Sheesh, stop talking, Amy.]

xoxo

delay

We were supposed to board an airplane in 7 days. That's not going to happen anymore, but it'll probably be in about a month.
I can't wait to spend time with my families, my people; I want to spend time with my families. And my people.

Hug each other for me since you're all so much closer to each other than I am.
I love you all.

xo

P.S. Look at the snake I caught in a cave. [I almost wrote cake there.] It was gentle and beautiful, but I didn't touch it because the shape of the head and pupil hinted that it might kill me.