Still stranded in Penang. I wrote more of the screenplay for Maripol. Room 77. Afterwards I stroll over to Cornwallis Park to play basketball with the Filipino sailors. We beat some Americans, but I got brutally sunburned.
It's hotter here than in New York in the summer. To be expected for five degrees in latitude north of the equator.
Despite being trapped in Penang, I'm actually happy to be here. The halal and Chinese foods are delicious abd cheap. Fruirs are plentiful. Iced sugar cane juice a refreshing source of energy. I don't really know how I'm going to get out of here. Rob's ticket has yet to show. Maybe I'll ask one of the sailors, if I can hitch a ride on their ship as a dishwasher. I've never gone to sea. At least pot-walloping shouldn't be too dangerous and I'm sure there's some ships traveling to Europe from Penang.
I figured out why Gulia is really angry at me. Ladt week when I came to a resort on Langewai, she was speaking the Giancarlo. And he had informed her, that I had rented my apartment to Cassandra his mistress as their love nest. And it was the truth. A sense of betrayal.
Back in 1991. Qatar a00 I didn't say anything then, because I was trying to make money for myself and I didn't think she needed to know about his affair. No Lies ever stays buried forever.
After that I rarely spoke to Giancarlo. I was wrong. I should have told her that I shouldn't even never done it, but you looked at as another betrayal by the people she loved. He was because of not staying with her when she was sick on the island. I was wrong. I guess my name is s*** to them. Hopefully their daughter Alice well forgive me. After all you have to ¹forgive yourself. To forgive his human. To forget is divine.
Why don't lesbians lisp?
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