Sheer poetry, dear boy.
Support your families like the rest of us - be born billionaires.
I was going to put a short bio here but I thought better of it. If you really want to know anything about me you can ask.
Just so everyone knows I am quick to anger. Like a wizard but without the impressive hat.
And that is a chair with a panda on it
Sitting here at my computer semi-paralysed by a suggestion that I hang out in Siping with someone I don’t like and someone I have the potential to like. Oh god I can’t handle people right now. It’s making me scared.
Hi.
This is my koala. He doesn’t have a name. He was given to me by my uncle in 2009 when I went to India. Before that, he travelled with my uncle whenever he went overseas. He’s with me now in China.
You’ll notice he doesn’t have a nose. That’s because he lost it in a barfight in Ireland, according to my uncle. He’s as tough as anything, and is pretty much the only thing standing between my suburb and drop bears.
He’s my piece of Australia, keeping me sane in China. I chat to him when I feel lonely, and when I don’t feel like talking to my skull. My koala is good company. He’s not the prettiest thing but he’s the toughest. He’ll come with me no matter where I go.
