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dear mr & mrs bloggie…
I just came back from yea, LA. Batch mate Qian and I made use of our time together to do some retail therapy. My job there was to help her shop and choose clothes (her words exactly) but in the end, blast the stars it was me who ended up with more “unnecessary” paper bags. *slaps Qian’s arse*
And she still has the cheek to say her heart ached when she realized she was bout nine hundred bucks poorer. Yes, I know you are reading this so hmphf! that’s what you get when you… when you….nevermind…. what was the topic again? *hugs new bff tight tight*
In all fairness, I must give credit to Alfian, our colleague, for driving us the whole day and bringing us to Desert Hill where (gasp now) all the outlets were located. Need I say more…. A factory outlet equates to cheap bargains. The prices were slashed so much it was impossible to walk away empty-handed. Imagine a US$800 bag down to US$300++. Qian was made a happy girl aye. Suker lah tu!
Me? I was a tad sad that I didn’t get myself that Tod’s bag. Contemplated over it for quite sometime but urgh, it looked similar to my that bag. Though I'd like to add, it’s in blue. Uwekkkk….
Ok ok... My bad. Bimbo talk I suppose this is. Ho well, for what it’s worth, everything else, money was well-spent. The recession wouldn’t want it any other way. And I, ladies and gentlemen, need lotsa convincing, on my part. Heck, end of shallow talk.
Funny story this, regardless of the hype around, the only thing that I wanted to do was go home. You can say I was, *wry laugh* homesick. Ironically I miss my family and cousins like a lot. And also…..some other people. *hint* Been busy trying to spend time with everyone but 24hours each day just aint enough for me to spend time with everyone. Everyone please understand. Time is my friction and devotion, so..... so.
Wretchedly, now that I am finally home, all I wanna do is sleeeeep. Drat. Shameen senior, if you’re around…help me overcome my jetlag please!
-the end-
cinta
fasyalba
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