Dear Orlando ( Read more... )

( In which Orli is -not- getting sick )

.......*stocks up on nappies*

Well, Orlando's whining is getting louder, our Honeymoon is clearly drawing to an end and it is almost time to leave this little paradise island and rejoin the rest of you in brash, cruel civilization ( Read more... )

It is beautiful here. Where I was born. And it feels like home. Of course Zid is home, Auckland is home, but Fiji is home too. And Orlando is home, more than anything else. So perhaps having him here is why it feels so right ( Read more... )

We've just touched down at the stop over on our flight. Singapore. We have six hours here, and what Orli doesn't know is that I'm about to sweep him off to the Raffles Hotel where we can have a light lunch and a sleep. I've booked a room for the night, although we won't be staying, just so we can rest a bit in luxury. Theres another reason. We've ( Read more... )

Craig has a new aim SN - elenlinn

*steps over hobbits*

Christ, who let the Jamaican steel band in my head? They're playing a rumba.

Why is Billy wearing my clothes? Why did no one dress Astin?

I hope Marton and Viggo didn't drown on the beach during the night.

I wonder if that's Orli I can hear retching in the bathroom.

*Sighs* Best go check...

This morning was one of those rare occasions that I wake before Orli rather than being woken by him. I woke before everyone, in fact, just as the first light began to seep through the windows ( Read more... )

OOC ( Read more... )