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30 APRIL 2007. MONDAY. 09:36PM.
As my bottle of Baileys is proving not to be bottomless, my house guest has aptly returned home this morning, leaving behind what's left in there for me (yay ... just quietly). My weekend was all about rediscovering the best bits of our little city. Though not big and exciting than most of our eastern neighbours, but breathtakingly beautiful as winter approaches. Reminding me of how much of this I take for granted now, able to get such views whenever I pleased. It was a low-key, low-maintainence visit. We spent the day exploring, taking in nature, eating fresh produce, picking up bargains, shoe hunting (we are girls afterall), walking, walking, walking everywhere. Our nights tasting fine gourmet foods, lazing on the couch, laughing and crying over Oprah DVDs (again, we are girls afterall), drinking and chatting and reminiscing how far we have come from our uniform days at college. We talked about boys we wanted, boys we hated, boys who were creepy, boys who stroked my elbows. Girls who were popular, girls who were clingy, girls who have inherited hotel empires. I feel so distant from my past these days but this weekend, I have stepped a little closer back to where it all started, and how I ended up right here where I belong.
