Look at me, all joyful for a change. And I didn´t even swim in the Pozo de la Felicidad ("The Pits of Happiness"). However I may well have contracted cerebral malaria from my jungle adventure. (Note: when travelling to malaria-infested regions of the world, it´s often a good idea to take malaria pills. Oh.) And if I haven´t, I´m going to learn Arabic. Let joy be unconfined! Now, where´s my coffee?
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Is that what we grown-ups call an oxymoron?
Yeah well.
Look you, I went to Wales. I love books, me.
I've been to Wales, and I studied Arabic (not at the same time). Do I win a prize?
I've been to Wales, but it wasn't a success. I had to drive home to London again to get my chequebook, and then I had to smash open my piggybank to get the £1 for the Severn Bridge toll. Unhappy times. And I haven't studied Arabic. But my Spanish is now second to none. Solo bueno!
Forget Arabic, learn German!! It works for me, ehehehehe!
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