don't know if there's anything i'm not supposed to divulge but ... well.
head stuffed with cotton wool and nose dripping like a tap. and muchmuch work to do.
Anonymous Lawyer: The Novel is finally out. It's in his usual style though, so if you've already trawled through all the contents of his blog then it probably won't provide many more burst-out-laughing-hysterically moments. i got it on impulse (what's new) and kind of regret a little.
i am back with a vengeance. a little late to start now i know, so i'm not actually hoping for any PBs. but if some do come my way due to greater willpower, accumulated experience or sheer grace of god, they will be very much welcome =). just no PWs please. hopefully. toying with the idea of MR 25 too.. but going into it not knowing anyone is a little daunting. weeee shalll seeee.
just a thought. you know,
so ... i am very much back and a 1,500 or so photos richer. my laptop is safe and sound too so a big [insert rude face] to everyone who pessimistically predicted that it would get lost / stolen there. i did manage to lose both jackets which i brought there though.. but that's another story for another time. what do i remember of the trip ... lets see. the scenery of course, endless bus rides which were spent dozing, reading, stoning, playing fill-it-ins and endless rounds of 2 man bridge/dai dee, more endless rounds of bridge / asshole dai dee, the cheap booze which turned the guys into temporary alcoholics, phototaking phototaking and more phototaking, paris where i'm proud to say that i got through an entire day speaking bad french to the french, except for that one idiot in montmartre who insisted on speaking english, the dreary 4 hour wait in the dubai airport as well as forsaking sleep on the plane ride back for more endless rounds of 'who wants to be a millionaire'. not really the things i should be remembering isn't it .. hmm.
candice
danette
danielle
diana
fang
hanshuo
james
jieyun
joanne
mavis
melissa
ru
shan
sharon
sylvia
xiuling
xiuying
don't know if there's anything i'm not supposed to divulge but ... well.
head stuffed with cotton wool and nose dripping like a tap. and muchmuch work to do.
Anonymous Lawyer: The Novel is finally out. It's in his usual style though, so if you've already trawled through all the contents of his blog then it probably won't provide many more burst-out-laughing-hysterically moments. i got it on impulse (what's new) and kind of regret a little.
i am back with a vengeance. a little late to start now i know, so i'm not actually hoping for any PBs. but if some do come my way due to greater willpower, accumulated experience or sheer grace of god, they will be very much welcome =). just no PWs please. hopefully. toying with the idea of MR 25 too.. but going into it not knowing anyone is a little daunting. weeee shalll seeee.
just a thought. you know,
so ... i am very much back and a 1,500 or so photos richer. my laptop is safe and sound too so a big [insert rude face] to everyone who pessimistically predicted that it would get lost / stolen there. i did manage to lose both jackets which i brought there though.. but that's another story for another time. what do i remember of the trip ... lets see. the scenery of course, endless bus rides which were spent dozing, reading, stoning, playing fill-it-ins and endless rounds of 2 man bridge/dai dee, more endless rounds of bridge / asshole dai dee, the cheap booze which turned the guys into temporary alcoholics, phototaking phototaking and more phototaking, paris where i'm proud to say that i got through an entire day speaking bad french to the french, except for that one idiot in montmartre who insisted on speaking english, the dreary 4 hour wait in the dubai airport as well as forsaking sleep on the plane ride back for more endless rounds of 'who wants to be a millionaire'. not really the things i should be remembering isn't it .. hmm.