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| (Below) I was lucky for not being carried out and put into a human-sized bin like how others were made. Yup! That would be what Scott McAlpine a.k.a McDaddy would do even if he's met you for the first time. Yarram-turned-Traralgon, Victoria boy Scotty is one of the buds I found in the dumpster Churchill town, who had made my stay there meaningful. Thanks for everything Scott! |
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| What can I say about this Fijian! Ask Tracey Drysdale about our first encounter, and she'd either cringe or laugh. Having lived together for almost 3 years made us closer, apart from the "occassional course language". You're a mate Trace! |
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| Ainul Sufia Zakri Abdul Hamid (caught your breathe already? :) from Perak Malaysia is a bud in more ways that one. We're probably so atuned to thick and thin together, that making a fool of ourselves is not something weird at all. Here's us on Little Collins St, in Melbourne. |
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| If the 2 years of living at Coolabah Drive wasn't enough to have caught several "mama" (Indian) stories from the Singaporean bandit queen herself, catching up in our hometown definitely would. Here is Kamini & myself at Melbourne's Tullamarine Airport as we made way for home during out Winter break. |