Ping pong hello (no relation to the famous bangkok sport, it's just a way of saying hello from a boy who can't stop bouncing)

I'm now living the lonely secluded beach life, waking up to swim then eating banana pancakes. awww yea! I don't think i can live up to the extreamely clever analogies you over-educated self indulgent space cadets seem to use. Back to the beach: it's blue and warm and full of mischievous thai kids.

i want to vote for jesse to become the template king, who can autonomously change and dictate the visual representation of our beloved blog. Viva la Jesse, lead us into the new world of clean, and interactive blogs.

And Ali, here's some advice. Get a litre of diesel fuel and some garden fertiliser, mix 3 parts fertiliser with 1 part diesel and kapow. No more stoopid King island newspaper. You'll then be in a possition(deliberatly mis-spelt) where there's no competition for textual news on the island and you can piss off the entire island with reviews of french cinema. Whatever you do, have fun doing it and remember guilt's a waste of time, so do it quickly.

lub to all ya mothers

t.

PS. Macca, you should be here!