Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Saturday May 27, 1961

I had a hard time sleeping last night. The bugs make a horrible symphony of loud noises. The weather is as moist as a hot wash cloth.
In the morning the weather was a little better as we started off for the orphanage picnic.
Frank couldn't come because he was still ill.
(deleted comments regarding orphanage picnic to Taipa Island)
After we got back that evening, James Lai came over and we went around at night looking for a light for my bicycle. I told him I would come over to his house the next day.
there are so many bugs about due to the weather. I hate it.
Well, I'm tired and want to go to bed

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