There were so many bloggers at Hideout tonight that when I was looking worse for wear from an increasingly annoying stomach ailment and tiredness, one of the Sarongpartyfrens asked if I was ill, and that if I were, and if it were contagious, he’d have to kick me out of the place. Because he was afraid the whole Singapore blogosphere could be struck down with illness.

In other news, I am very, very, very tired, and quite ill. So it wasn’t ‘quiet confidence’ or ‘aloofness’. It was ‘my stomach is in the third washing machine cycle’.

The notebook’s totalled, so I’m typing this directly into blogger instead of using an offline client. No surf stops, no iTunes info.

This post is brought to you courtesy of a five year old Celeron with a dodgy keyboard.

Tioman 2002
Break coming up, and this is where I want to be

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