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Some days, I'm not.
Other days, I am.

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skin by: Ja ne

Monday, September 15, 2008 @ 11:55 PM

Until I Reach the Door

Yo! Your ~~enemy~~ favourite person is back feeling all stuffed and itchy. Not exactly the best feelings from a holiday aftermath. ARGH. Let’s see how I shall start this..

So, it was another effortlessly sensational trip to Malacca, the place where I have been for almost a gazillion times already. Over the years, everything’s still pretty much unchanged. Which meant the fact that there is a severe lack of technology in my grandmother’s house still remains. The most advance gadgets would have to be the teevee and radio. Not that the teevee airs any fabulous programmes or whatsoever that helps me to effectively kill time. Hence, the radio became my immediate best friend but it irks me that they play almost the same songs every hour, so it was ultimate boredom and sick-face.

The biggest difference between my house and grandma’s is obviously I will never be greeted by such a cute sight when I peer out of the window..

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there was supposed to be eleven lil chicks, no idea where the last one went.

Shall cut some slack though I’ll make it a point to bore you with details.
Anyway, some pretty much nothings that happened/ I did:

Played cards with Sylvia every now and then
Pathetic attempts to exercise
Catched up with dearest cousin, ruby.
Not to forget, camwhored like mad in the malls.
Fell in love instantly with the chip and dale plushies that caught my eyes on jonker walk. They’re a hundred per cent adorable. Shall save up and be their new owner soon. (which is the next time I get back to m’sia which is 5 months later)
Dranks loads of ice milo.
Dedicated a whole awesome seven hours to burn a hole in my pockets.
Marveled in uncontrolled merriment at how cute our pyjamas was. HAHA.
Slept for a considerable amount of time everyday. Not quite sixteen hours though. But sleep was generally horrible(plus unbearable and i mean it) with the attack of the mozzies that leave me awake at unspoken times of the night. It’s itching like mad even right at this instance as im typing this.

Oh and the best part about going out in Msia is that no one in the world recognizes me.(except relatives of course). This forms up the perfect excuse of why im looking horrible in every single one of the pictures. The almost relieved feeling of not spotting and familiar faces around is wondrous! Muahaha. @_@ (still the weird girl you know)

And since I mentioned camwhored somewhere along the above lines, be prepared for the heavy images below.

You can still pause and decide whether to scroll down or not. =p And apologies for the lack of captians. Brain's in hibernating mode already.zzz.

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~~seee, cute right!~~

at jonker walk^

^amazing cousin who drove us around that day and saved us from taking the awful public transport in M.
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And lastly, my favourite pix of the day:

Oh goodness gracious me, I think im done. Finally. Such a mammoth task for this entry to be up. Ahhhh.
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And wished them all away.