Nina and the kiddies went back to Seremban earlier today.
Poor my parents. Now the house has become extremely quiet in comparison when they were around. Okay, I can make them laugh every once in a while but only the kiddies could puke on the floor and became heavenly adorable the minute after - even when the nauseating sour smell of regurgitated milk still lingers in the air.
Unfortunately I don't have that gift.
Nina took my Travel Journal with her since I wanted her to see the pictures I took while I was away. God, I hope she'd really ignore the awful things I've said about Dida on our way to London! yikes! I was really crabby at the time.
Sometimes I do feel sorry for what I've written in the past. The downside to a journal/blog, I suppose. You wish you could take some things back but it's already there and to strike everything out would be a total waste of effort. ha!
I'd like to be merciless, but I'd rather not be inhuman.
On a different note, I wish other people would update their blog as much as I do! ahhahahhahaha!! Wishful thinking, obviously.
Currently listening to: I Predict A Riot by Kaiser Chiefs
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