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Hahaha...haaaanoi, here i come. Be back on Wednesday. Take care, people... and don't find me until then. =P 宅女出国了~！ | | |
| When you start to stay in the house too long, you will notice things that get on your nerves. What do I mean? Little particles, also known as dust. 
Washed my purple piano cover yesterday. The lift upgrading renovation for my block is making everything in my room dusty. Zzz~ 
Cleaned the dust off my 'rabbit' today. The most valuable art piece in my room.... was done by Mom. She made it even before i was born... somehow knowing that it was meant for her daughter. | | |
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Love the feeling of waking up on a Monday morning and knowing that it's not about work. It is like... taking a slow stroll in the garden when nobody else is around. Okay, not a good analogy but you get my point. 
Provided that the grey skies are going to clear up soon..... otherwise, a garden stroll will be a disaster. *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Why is ashpixie suddenly blogging daily? 1. She wants to blog every morning before she starts her day during her 16 non-working days... just to remember the feeling. 2. She thinks that her camera, Mr.Turbo has been out of action for too long. 3. She admits that Tindome Isle is still where she feels most carefree... hence, flying back in here. | | |
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Rain... was the first smell into my nose this morning. Pitter Patter, pitter patter... was the 'nature alarm' that woke me up. Cool breeze was the next thing I felt on my skin. What a way to start a lazy Sunday after a tiring Saturday (erm, I ran up mount faber... woohoo~). 
Cloudi the sheep... was what I saw when I opened my eyes. Mom bought this and some other girly stuffs for me from AU/NZ. In her eyes, I am always... the kid. Sometimes I wonder that she is the one who refuses me to grow up. Not a good thing, to be honest... but Mom is always the best. Last but not least, a big yawn was the first sound I made as I got myself out of the bed. Tada! The story of my five senses on a Sunday morning - The End. So what's for today? A catch up with a dear friend who always complains that I am too busy for anything. Ha! | | |
| Yesterday, I woke up at 7am with the first thought of dreading work. Yes, even on a Friday morning. On my way to work, I saw a poster of mountains and pondered hard over it.... This morning, I woke up at 7am with the first thought of dancing. I jumped out of my bed and turned on my radio. Like a lunatic, I danced around my room while packing my stuffs. Ever had one of those days that you feel that you can do anything and everything in life? Today is the day for me....  ,
BUT... ... ask me again tomorrow. | | |
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