I do think traveling alone is a big deal. Yes, there are many men who have gone and got themselves in a hurry to travel solo. But I am a girl, and beyond that, I am a very, very small girl.
That, among many reasons, have kept me bound to Singapore. I'm going to get robbed, I'm going to get hit on, I'm going to get stepped on (I'm really smally goddammit) and most of all,
NO ONE IS GONNA TAKE PHOTOS FOR ME.
But after checking out flights to Manila, Macau and Haikou, I finally came to a decision: no more fucking around. I'm doing it. I'm going to throw myself into this and see exactly what I'm going to discover. All by myself.
SO, GUESS WHO IS GOING VIETNAM ALL ALONE!
Your mom. Okay I'm sorry. ME! MEMEMEME.
I was thinking since I am trying out this solo journey schtick, I may as well go all the way. I am now checking through airbnb and thinking if I should split up my days so I can try out different accommodations.
How about that, my inner demons! Even on a good day, I can't fall asleep well because I'd let myself be poisoned with thoughts of a young death and I'll end up not being able to sleep alone.
And now, and now I'm doing this. I am really doing it. Getting on a flight all alone and staying by myself all alone and sleeping on couches and crashing in studio apartments.
God I'm so fucking excited.
Nicole Lee would like to thank the idiots who consistently point at her arm tattoo and say, "that word Vietnam ah?" as well as the series of happy coincidences that led her to think that Ho Chin Minh could be her calling. Thank you, you Latin-impaired idiots you!
Yes occasionally I get ashamed to call myself a photographer.
But in all fairness, I am short as fuck and these attendees all look like they descended with gulliver. But in any case, new found glory is (according to wikipedia) the godfathers of pop punk so how can I do justice to myself if I miss it, right?
Perhaps it's because we stood away from the crowd, but this gig was pretty dry. I vowed that I would never be the boring one at any gig I go to but I actually folded my arms. YES I AM ASHAMED. But I only knew two songs and none of them were coming up so I was just trying not to die.
When "my friends over you" and "kiss me" came, I said a soft prayer to the heavens (and the management team thanks thanks) and finally screamed along. But when the final note ended, me and my date decided to leave early. YES, I AM ASHAMED OF LEAVING EARLY TOO.
It was a night of many shames.
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