Great. I've been compared to "The Terror Land", whatever that is...Rehrman on the last post seems to think so. Happy Days. It sounds too Saxon to be considered cute.
A night out with fellow Singaporeans and the ilk in a spectaculare display of diplomacy. Shake hands, drink wine. Actually drink wine was most of it to be honest....and meeting a mighty woman called Regina, who rocked seven shades of shit. A counsellor and a teacher from Bedok (former East Coast SG suburb-turned red light district) we chatted over mixed nuts and the openness of Irish teens.
I can't type tonight. Holy Moses I need to go to bed.
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Damn, I haven't written a drunken post in ages.
good job.
ha ha. Actually I had the Fear that'd it'd be much much worse.
:)
Interesting people. What a breath of fresh air. I generally meet other versions of myself. Some with boobs, some with mickeys.
Isn't mickey a great word.
yep. Should be made into a saint's name.
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