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i'm reminded of being in sarawak, malaysian borneo, in our grand colonial sweet, listening to prinsies' apple-green ipod mini, as well as seemingly short walk to the kuching waterfront and jalan carpenter. man...the unbelievably short, intense monsoonal showers. the rain fuckin' hurts when it falls upon you. you see the fuckin' rain evaporating as soon as the deluge lets up for a little... the constant application of DEET and whatever other insect repellant we were using. the fuckin' anti-malarials and gin-and-tonic. fuck i miss that shit. i wanna walk down jalan india again. over four and a half months, and i'm still fuckin' mourning. the way jackfruit hung on the trees and the cheapness of all the delicious tropical fruit. the fuckin' pepper corns were growing on the fuckin' vine! you'd break into a sweat putting on your fuckin' shoes. yerk. i can't believe there is a hilton hotel there...
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