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Friday, July 11, 2008

guess who's back

Anna's back. ah and i will never leave mum or boon ever again.
well, unless i was travelling alone, i tink i mite enjoy it myself too =)

it was, an experience. the weather. THE SHOPPING. edinburgh. brighton. bluewaters. london. the lugging of extremely heavy luggage. dragged the luggage to london for a nite. dragged it even more on the tube to the airport. saved me more than 70% if i had taken the cab. hung tuan was nice. raz tried her best i guess. raz mum was sweet. nazzim was from hell; energy from a 1.5 yrs old kid was too much for me to handle. krispy kremes. pasty. LOTS of H&M. cold wind strong rains. so many things happened. especially keeping secrets.

and now i'm back. i'm lazy. i'm just gonna bum ard, watch my vids. meet the pple i missed, and be a professional bum. and when i'm bored, maybe i'll post pics.

hehe

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