| I need to change the tone of my recent entries a little so I'm importing this from Su Ann, who by the way is super talented.
Her writing is excellent, her pictures are brilliant, her thoughts/ideas/opinions are compelling, and as if that's not enough,
she takes pictures of her new shoes and posts them on her blog!
Plus she's only 17!
I'm constantly in awe of her posts.
Anyhoo.
The game is this:
Ask for my top 3 anything, and I will answer as honestly as I can.
Play nice!
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| He left. I miss him. I don't really know where things stand.
It's my last Monday in Beijing.
It's my last week at work.
I have less that 100 kuai in my wallet.
I have to say goodbye to Houdinny.
I have to pack up my room.
The house is a mess.
I need to organise some sort of farewell.
I fly to KL on Saturday.
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I'm not ready.
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| Last Friday, stuck at work, I wanted nothing more than to be in bed with The Boyfriend who I hadn't seen in seven months.
And that's just what I got. For the past 60 hours, both The Boyfriend and I have been bedbound from a bad case of the flu.
The works. High fever, cold sweats, aching muscles, headaches, nausea, sore throat. All of it.
The Flying Spaghtti Monster has a twisted sense of humour. |
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