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Thursday, October 1, 2009



dear mr & mrs bloggie…

A 19-hours flight was no joke. After arriving from New York, the first thing I did when I reach home was plonk myself on the bed. Goodness heavens, the body could take it no other way.

As usual, living up the reputation of a woman, I shopped hard in the Big Apple. But it was a bummer when another wave of fatigue began setting in. Hence, the other two days saw me rotting in my room indulging on sushi.

The last day, I headed out alone to get me lunch and I saw a familiar face at the traffic light. What are the odds that I met my batchmate, Janice, there in New York when it was close to impossible to even exchange hellos in Singapore. Gawd did we squeal in delight, and loud might I say, as we hugged each other affectionately. Awww….


You have no idea how much I miss home. Despite having great colleagues as company, I was truly looking forward for the trip back to our sweet city.

Bed never felt this good.

After what seemed like a rest of forever on my honest-to-God-it-is-THAT-bloody-comfortable bed, I met my cousins in the evening for I missed them oh so dearly. Taboo made our day and now, I’ll let the pictures do the narrating.



With the ruckus we five cousins made at a table playing Taboo, it's a wonder why we were not arrested still.
My voice, particularly.
Sweet.
cinta
fasyalba






p/s: The date has returned.

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