Gerald Lau:
Blimey! Did you get those socks from The Bay?
Gerald Lau:
You call them nits, I call them lice. Hooray, none detected.
Gerald Lau:
Sometimes you need to take matters into your own hands.
Gerald Lau:
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While waiting for my Reuben sandwich at The Junction.
Gerald Lau:
Trailing a Mercedes-Benz E220 CDI (not available in North America).
Gerald Lau:
You are about to enter the roundabout from hell.
Gerald Lau:
Frozen in fear?
Gerald Lau:
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Gerald Lau:
Bulldog face.
Gerald Lau:
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I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
Gerald Lau:
Walking dogs on a rainy November afternoon in Chesham.
Gerald Lau:
The lonely mitten.
Gerald Lau:
The farther backward you can look, the farther forward you are likely to see.
Gerald Lau:
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Defying gravity.
Gerald Lau:
I believe I can fly.
Gerald Lau:
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In a normally chaotic playroom where imaginations run wild, my niece finds quiet respite whilst reading a little tale.
Gerald Lau:
chiu-chiu, bung-bung
Gerald Lau:
Walk in the park.
