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BTW, daughter?[/QUOTE]

Screen;
Alex ,, Galaxy screen ,, I can touch and use ,, over the RAM plastic cover ,, also the waterproof bag I am using ,, just make the display "bright"
S3 coming out with flexible screen ,, probably waterproof too!
Stop arguing for the sake of arguing !

Daughter;
Yes,, guy was a flaming closet gay ,, but he had three god daughters , very exotic looking,, three nieces ,,, very Aussie beautiful,, also called daughters ,,, a step son. A bit of predator as well.. used to pinch boys. Still I respected him ,, had great sense of humour , tight with his money.

I am not going to divulge which daughter / niece ,, that I dated ,, to respect the past.

I used to hover in the days, when there were only 5 - 6 whites around X-Mas time ,, one crazy Asian , would come end of December and leave in April,, moi ,, cast of 60 villagers ,, some 70 fishermen from outlying villages. Whole beach to our selves. My ritual was to wake up ,, go to the beach ,, lay in the sand naked ,, then take a swim to wash ,,, a sweet boy with a great smile would bring my tea in a tall glass. Then off to the village chief,,,Chandra's hut for lunch,,dinner time to time at his house.

I used to rescue beautiful German girls from axxhxxx French boy friends,, who abused them,, then I would end up with the girls,, ,, took care of the suicide of the local innkeeper ,, hanging by the electric wire on a palm tree ,, wife continued to serve toast and eggs,, while her husband swung ,, sea and the wave in the back ground.

Sunset was a religious ceremony above the temple mound ,,
One day at dusk ,, my tea boy that always smiled,, dipped his fishing line at the waters edge by the temple ,, I was the only one watching ,, he then all of a sudden was pulled into the water ,, his head kept bobbing and disappearing over the horizon ,, I ran to the end of the beach ,, screaming ,, hollering ,, some 280 meters ,, fish men were putting the boats away ,, then there they were ,, some 20 men ,, in two boats ,, rowing out to the sea ,, silently. The sea lost it's warmth and golden hue ,, was turning steel grey. I stood on the beach with half dozen fishermen's wives and children.

When they came back, in the moon light,, boy's hand was cut into the bones ,,they don't use poles. He kept smiling. The fish was 1.20 meters long ,, 80 CM high ,, looked like a Rugby ball ,, with fat thick lips and small fins,, 30 CM thick ,,

I picked up the boy,, shoulder high ,, gave him kisses and hugs,, gave him 20 dollars for the fish,, barn fire was built over palm tree leaves ,, rice was cooked,, we fed some 50 people that night ,, every one in the village and several Europeans ,, No Yanks ventured out that far then ,,

Then there is the story about the night time monkey rescue, with Chandra ,, operations I used to do on kids with horrible infections on their limbs,, feet ,, and hand ,, Australian volunteer girls ,, flashing their eyes ,, one used to come every weekend from Colombo, to spend weekend at my hut ,, Canadian ambassador's daughter ,, I had known many daughters in my youth ,, now that I have a daughter,, I think twice ,, thrice,,

Walking into a temple ceremony at 3AM ,, in Kandy ,, couldn't sleep ,, heard faint drum beats far away,, bampa ra bamapa bam bam pa ,, bampara bampa bam bam pa ,, it was coming from the other side of the lake,,,listened to it for another thirty minutes ,, thinking it would end ,, didn't ,, walked towards the sound of the drums,,dark night ,, moon was trying ,, long and wide lake,, heard water monsters burping ,, at the water's edge ,, hoping the drums would not stop...then on the right,, on the hill ,,dark ,, immense,, big ,, black stone temple ,,, no one around ,, drum beat getting louder and louder ,, and at the top ,, you enter a gate with huge elephant tusk crossing above your head ,,then down the long steps into a long torch lit chamber ,, rows of effeminate boys ,, in bizzare make up and costume ,, dancing ,, non stop..bangles every where ,, eyes rolling up and down,, worshippers ,,hundreds of them sitting leaning against the long wall. I,,,stoned out of my mind ,, sat and watched ,, thinking of LSD I took long ago in Manzanillo, Mexico,, when the sun came up,,we all went and washed our feet together,,out side ,, a long wash basin ,, then rice and curry was served. Boys looked like girls coming out the disco after it closed. I went back to my hotel exhausted. No water monsters on the way.

How I met Sting at the Galle Hotel ,,, the Victorian collumns ,, boys in long white aprons ,, Casablanca ceiling fans ,, one of the best wine collection ,, good quartet of base chello .. violin ,, guitar and piano. Followed up with Sting in Y2K,, X-Mas at the Rio de Janeiro ,, same hotel on the beach,, right next room.. we both had family then.

Other time,, a couple ,, English ,, looked hungry,, on honeymoon. So I fed them at the Galle Hotel ,, lanai .. ordered wine and had several bottles,, I was lonely too ,,They were grateful and their money was running low,,, tells me to call them, when I am in London,,he turns out to be an owner of a famous club in Chelsea ,, when I went to London next Spring ,, they threw me a party ,,Chelsea insiders,, introduced me to Zxxxxxx ,, an Ethiopian fashion model, with face on the Italian Vogue ,,, I was in love with her for two years.

Ferry from Jaffena to Tamilnadu, India ,,, two Italian heroine addicts on the way to Goa ,, I with them ,, almost got me killed. Another time.

Unawatuna now,, from late 80s,,they raped it with third rate hotels ,, then Tsunami hit ,,
Sinhalese are very greedy people hiding behind the facade of religious - intellectual blah blah ,, while treating Tamils like dogs ,,