… that Miramar is my favorite peninsula so far.
… that the smell in my room is reminiscent of wet dog mould.
… that our automatic rent payment enjoys pushing the boundaries and answering back to authority.
… that our washing machine taps spray a fine mist of water into the tub whenever we do a cold wash.
… that Miramar is where the parties are. Except on our street.
… that Miramar Tae Kwon do could probably be re-named: Quite Near Miramar Tae Kwon do.