I have to go down to the local police station in a moment to try to re-(re-re-)register my "temporary" (er, 5 years and counting) residence. I am tempted to wear a t-shirt I inherited from my pugnacious brother which bears the slogan: "Which part of FUCK OFF don't you understand?" But then again.... I don't like to be unnecessarily confrontational. And it's not written in Chinese. |
Friday, August 28, 2009
Just for the hell of it
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Contemporary angst
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