hooray. I'm 25 now. A quarter of a century. Which means that it's time to wear tight clothes and talk about "important" things.Nah, don't think so. A year ago, I was dancing away in the Byre Theatre with my mates in St Andrews, not a care in the world, having drunk about 15 GnTs and concerned only with getting my degree. Fast forward to the present. I'm in sunny (although it looks like a tropical rainstorm this way cometh) Singapore, looking resplendent (and sweaty) in a tank top and board shorts, jobless and aching all over from yesterday's long swim. So, some things have improved drastically since I came back. Like my health for one. I've quit smoking (as I tend to remind you lot ever so often), cut down on the booze and the partying (although you'd hardly believe it if you saw me every weekend), started eating slightly more healthily and begun an exercise regime of sorts now that I've got the time to. Now, to only get rid of that stubborn layer of fat that has gathered around my belly, just below the barely-discernible little set of abs that I'm struggling so hard to maintain. To be honest though, what i wouldn't give to be back in the UK right now, in my cosy little flat on 7 Ellice Place (I miss my flatmates and the friends of the flat), in front of the fireplace, drinking some hot tea and getting all amsterdammed. *grin* Oh well, life must go on. Let's hope I find a job soon so I can actually do some travelling. There is so much to see and so much to do. But for all those in Spore at the moment, let me just say how happy I am that I have you here. I look forward to partying and chatting with you guys tonight. Put on your dancing shoes, get ready your best banter and line your stomachs, it's my birthday and we're going to party cos what else are we going to do otherwise? Peas Oot.
Tim'06
Choonage: Joy Zipper - Dosed and Became Invisible