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I am back!!! :)

It has been a while since I blog off! Just had a chat with Jazzmint today, read some articles from blogging land, and heard some plagiarism news here and there, very shocking indeed! I just hope that things will be better and those who plagiarize had learnt the lesson well.

Here are some images from a recent trip to Melacca with bb and hubby to a friend’s wedding. It was a new experience for bb who turned moody during the HOT day driving back from the historical land.


Comments

jazzmint said…
wahh...so i dig u out from slumberland huh hehe :). welcome back
mom2ashley said…
welcome back!!!!
ZMM said…
Welcome back.. yeah the plagarism news was shocking.
Sue said…
Welcome back!
Egghead said…
go malacca ah? no ask Jason to spend you all dinner? :P
welcome back!
geeth said…
Welcome back. Hope you had a good KitKat break ;)

A hot day always make kids uncomfortable.. but he must have enjoyed his trip to Malacca, despite the weather :)
Twin said…
Welcome back! The trip must be great.
Allyfeel said…
jazzmint,
Yup, it was you, You You!!! :)

mom2ashley, sue,
thanks!, I had a good blog break.

zara's mama,
I think she can't write yet want to look good, that's why became a copycat. Poor MG, victim.

egghead,
yalor...eh I dun know jason ler, may be next time you introduce la...I thought he only like to go out with leng lui like Mili not xi nai.

geetha,
Ya he did I guess. Kept repeating that he is going to Melacca to his grandparents and promised them to bring back some biscuits. :)

Twin,
Thanks! Wasn't a pleasant drive with the Hot weather but enjoy the stay and wedding. :)
Jess said…
aiyah, annouce in blog mah, so that i know and can meet u up!
Oscar's Mommy said…
hellow, welcome back. hope to catch up with you someday with bb...
Allyfeel said…
jesslyn,
Oh ya hor, but u from Johor what? I didn't blog ma that time. :)

my little champion,
Hi...sure...see how those 2 fellas accompany each other hor? must be fun. 2 cheeky boys.

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