i don't know if it's right to keep 1 journal up for the sake of 20,000,000. all should be equal and able to express their views, regardless if i personally think it's right or wrong, good or bad. within societal and legal guidelines, of course. but this isn't my site, this isn't my company. i'm just one of the care-takers. if push comes to ( Read more... )

matt woke up to the shrill thrill of the pager this morning. some of you may have heard of the twitter and facebook attacks this morning, but we were also affected. if you didn't even know that LJ was also targeted then we did our job correctly, though there is still some latency and time-outs happening ( Read more... )

Burned through Saigon, nha trang, mui ne, Johor bahru/kulai, kuala lumpur. Now enjoying a Singaporean thunder storm from 24 stories off the ground.

I misspelled "lightning". My excuse is our flights took us from San francisco to hong kong to Singapore to Saigon. I dont know how much time that took but i do know i had 5 meals plus 1 snack. and thats a pretty good measure if i ever heard of one.

Saigon greeted us with lightening, thunder and rain our first day. Traffic here is exactly as described, only more so. To make it through an intersection you have to unfocus your eyes, trust that others won't hit you (or you won't hit them) and lay on the horn a couple of times.

Two weeks in vietnam, Singapore and Malaysia! See you when I'm tanner!!

hey hon, dontcha know there are times when you're gorgeous and there are times when you're beautiful. this is one of those times.


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oh livejournal, you used to be my respite from stress, my rocky crag from the wind and sun. now you've made me a stress ball and i blame you for my shingles. i wish we could kiss and make up but i'm afraid of catching something worse from you.

yesterday you carried your two bags, unconcerned, casually, in your left hand. yesterday i held the door for you; smiling, laughing self-conciously at our language barrier, we walked up the stairs. and today, i held the door for you one last time as two men carried your final bag -- composed and dusky despite the whiteness of the vinyl ( Read more... )

it was the sky, touching the ground; it was the earth, reaching up to the heavens. the clouds lost themselves around me, as i rode home tonight, and they hugged me; they left their oh-so-sloppy kisses on my cheeks, on my hands gripping my motorcycle levers, beading up on my visor and slowly lingering on their way to my neck. and i never felt ( Read more... )