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Sunday 22nd March 2009.

I am sat only in shorts,the fan above me whirls,my black boots lie down the bottom of the stairs,my trusty wireless is on in this kitchen locked into a gold service...i have come to sit for a few moments as i rest on the long walk home...in a back packers hostel...deep in Singapore if deep can be mentioned.....
The tiger beer is down by two bottles...my tiny mp3..player is dying slowly...i am stuck on..joy division...i would hope such a track comes on the gold station,but then i would be insane...more insaner should it belt out in a super market....
Of all places i was fobbed of in Perth Western Australia...tonight i offered un-be-known to me at the the time a glass of beer to a young Vietnam lad...he declined sensible lad...later in the kitchen he gave me a note of his country's money and his calling card..i was touched..was that the vanity in me the sentimental nut case i am, a far cry from the dreaded lecture i left behind...or am i simply too innocent even at this age...the owner of this extended pad..has invited me back.saying i was a fun person....what is life..but if....sometimes i am confused but hey...biff bash boff...as some one i used to know often said...

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hartsong1972
Mar. 22nd, 2009 02:34 pm (UTC)
t'singapore ;-) ... you have come home to your first home. How much has it changed since you were last there?

so good to see you here again. I've sorely missed you!!!! xoxoxo
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