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When the going gets tough… I think of 'home'… back in KL.

I miss getting cheap French manicures and facials. (NO, I don't normally wear sunnies at home in my own room. Dopey took this pic)

I miss being silly with the family dog, my true love, Simba. (Again, pic by Dopey. Gawd I look awful here! haha..)

My Simba.. the loyal watchdog. Baby boy, you're looking in the wrong direction. The gate is the other way.

I miss being with the family during Chinese New Year.

I miss seeing the boys in the family get pissed drunk on the eve of CNY, while having steamboat, in front of all our parents.

I miss the all the swearing $#%^%$# and 2^nd hand smoke coming from the mah jong room. Next to me is my cousin, the gang leader of the boys. At the table, Grandpa, uncles and Dad.

I miss my cheeky little cousin, Dinosaur Boy. I still love every inch of this little devil, despite the fact that he hardly remembers my name. I'm never around.

I miss how my little cousins annoy Mum and still put a smile on her face.




I miss sitting in the car with Grumpy, driving around KL city (swearing #@$%#@), because we're L-O-S-T… trying to get to KL-freaking-CC.



I miss my friends. I miss sipping 'teh-o-ais limau's' any time of the day/night with my BFF's!!

Most of all, I miss HOME!