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Just got back to singapore last night. I got up this morning and walked out onto the patio with my cuppa coffee and watched monkees playing on the fences dividing our patio from the steaming nature reserve behind our house. It feels odd being back here. I walked into my old room and felt it's past reverberate through me. It's good to be back here, faced with the ghosts of yesterdays passed.
off to the beach. life's a bitch.
