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Thursday, May 17, 2012

Every time when i feel like blogging, i find no time.
It had been a hectic and chaotic week, I cant wait to waste my weekends doing nothing.
oh wait, i do wanna cycle to Khatib reservoir for a nice little picnic, soaking my feet in the cool water.
I wanna have ice cold tea, tuna sandwich without the skin of the bread, potato salad and Sam by my side. Watching anything, talking the randoms. Bonne nuit.



Running tru the monsoon