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Friday, July 10, 2009



dear mr & mrs bloggie…

So, I ended up being the silly girl yet again. I was so confident my trip to LA was six days, only to find out it was eight. If not for my fellow colleague who told me, yea he was in disbelieve with my ignorance, I wouldn't know. (-_-) A joy it was for me hey, but I shan’t say it as it is; I don’t want to trigger any animosity from you folks. Heh.

Santa Monica alongside Hollywood I saw (Nope, Jessica Alba wasn’t around wretchedly and Michael Jackson’s funeral wasn’t that nearby) and malls after malls I visited. I dare to say money was well-spent. Period.

I thought it stopped there. But I thought wrong. I spared a penny not as the second last day had me another four digits lesser within two hours. It is scary if you get to see how I spent but it’s enlightening when you take a glance at my shopping bags. *grins bimbotically ala Paris Hilton*

Pictures were not taken for I was THAT busy so just take my word for it this time. I was blessed with colleagues who were super great (and super senior). *chuckles* We drove around with a temperamental GPS and hot juicy gossips became our source of entertainment. Not to mention, the beautiful beaches. Think O.C.

I miss home, family and cousins believe you me but I don’t wanna leave just yet. Still, work is work afterall. Tomorrow I’ll be making my way back to sunny Singapore. Four days total I’m all yours peeps. You can bet my time would be spent with my MJ. (People who are aware who he is, please keep it hush hush aye. Teheeee)

So, stay tuned for a better entry. Pray tell, there will be one.






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Don’t count on it. Ack.




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