internet sucks. computer sucks. weather boiling. balls sweating. good to see bro. phantom of the opera. rolls royce phantom. godiva chocolates. harrods. candy. krispy kremes. more choclit ;) bro. other bro. parents. shopping. more ball sweat. motorhead and foo fighters and other cock-rockers @hyde park. hugo boss. levis. corvette. aston martin. continental gt. porshe cayenne s, gt3, carrera-s. dkny. no size. backside pain. mrt equivalent sucks. missin melb peeps. missin singapore. want some fuckin air conditioning. want stratford upon avon. want blowjob. jokes obviously. early nights, even earlier mornings. breakfast everyday. before 10!! crossaint? croissant? ball sweat? i need to get proper mutha toot internet and a better screwing computer. i need to watch keyss me so i can die laughin. earth would like it here, girls nom yai yai (breasts alot alot (big big)). eugene, i think the underground train system will kill you. good luck. algy, ive no idea where you've gone. weiszi/weisze/babygirl/babydoll/sexiest-woman-alive/ cant find your lips. no idea how to contact you. miss the fantastic four. four. hmm. if i said three, i fear for the safety of my testicles (which are still sweaty). ahh yes, deb deb should be in singapore by now. wonder how the rest are holding up. sigh mt, theres such a romantic atmosphere here, why arent you here to sweep me off my feet? actually, dont touch me, its so friggin sweaty. by the way, the sun (which in joelle's world looks exactly like a lion and vice versa) cums out at like 4am and goes down only at 11pm. bollocks. ok gonna wipe my balls. see yaz.