(40)Ola!

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dear mr & mrs bloggie…

Ah, so days have gone by and believe it or not, I’m still surviving. Adapting (albeit slowly) to my independence and so far, life’s treating me fair.

 

I would like to thank those who had shown their concern (or kepo-ness) with regards to my current situation and in a way or two showered me with much love. FYI, despite the fact that Juls and I are no longer together, we’re still friends and boy, dating can be quite fun.

 

*grins to HIM who’s reading this*

 

I’m not gonna display my photos with the mystery man (unless the mentioned wants me to) coz we’re going out for fun, or in the name of.

 

And Juls is still the guy I love so stop trying to assume I dumped him for another man. Though as much as I would love to burst your bubble, I’d rather keep mum for now.

 

Therefore, on to a happier story.

 

Ladies and gentlemen, as you might’ve have guessed by now, Milan was the stop for the week. Not to mention, a short shuttle flight to sweet Barcelona. I said OLA! to everyone in the plane. Kheh. It was so fun! Now, remind me again, why the need for sympathy?

 

Ironically (for obvious reasons) Milan has always been in my father’s wishlist. Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for me, I was rostered to stay in a fashion-renowned city, never you mind. I doubt I need to elaborate because face it, televisions are god-send.

 

Having said that, yes, everything you’ve seen on screen do not lie. The beautiful sceneries, the shopping haven, the delectable pizza, these to name a few. Three days were not enough to satisfy my apparent fascination. Nevertheless, for what its worth, every minute was well appreciated.

 

Sight-seeing was without a doubt my priority so not having the time to visit Prada was not such a heartache indeed. (Righttttttttttt)

 

I must inform you before I go on, that besides acting crazy for three days straight, Milan made me forget my own principles. I have broken one of my own rules and as pride had it, I have officially broken my virginity. To what you may ask? None other than…. Louis Vuitton! *covers face* I must say, I am now rather a proud owner of a gorgeous Vernis purse in bold RED, mind you. (To match my handphone and red nails of course) *casts a bimbotic smile*

 

Sister was happy too coz I didn’t come home without something for her. Geeee. Since it’s expensive, it shall be your birthday gift this year so don’t expect anything come December ya sister…. Oh my, two LVs. I’ve changed, I’ve changed. Sue me now.

 

I could go on and on telling you every single detail but I doubt that is what you wanna see. Hence, lemme just save the trouble and present to you the snapshots yours truly have painstakingly taken.

 

I’ll guide you along the way. J

 

Enjoy.

 

FIRST DAY

As you scroll down, I would like to apologize for my unruly and out-of-shape hair.  SHoot me.

This is Joshua, my sister. As you proceed, you’ll see why we’re close. Poses don’t lie baybeh. *pouts like a DIVA*

This is Siti, my bunk mate, my kakak who took care of me. And of the sweetest ladies I’ve known. I mean it, she’s damn sweet. Looks and personality, hands down!

How not to love them? They’re the sweetest thing.

Well, got hope? No? Figures huh. DUh. -_-
Errr… at least I have a trademark pose. Yes?

Yes everyone, that is DUOMO, Milan CAthedral. No wonder they took a few hundred years to build this. It’s AMAZING! Gothic aye.

This is Jarred, another good buddy of mine. And before I knew it, I was his confidante. *grins*

oh, by the way, the weather was damn hot that week. Hence, unwanted darker tan. Not as if I need it. -_-’

The hot chocolate is to die-for. Charlie would be running away from the factory when he gets a hold of this, I tell you. The best by far! Thick and warm and delicious. ’nuff said.

Yes, the one.

SECOND DAY

had us running to get tickets for our trip to Florence. Destination took three hours lah can! S$140 hokay for the train ride hokay.

 The horoscope. Where’s yours?

Simply enchanting yes.

Jarred and I got bored so we……

THIRD DAY

Last minute shopping. Joshua, Belle and I. Peace.

cinta

fasyalba

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