... now that I lie on my bed, to think that just 30 hours ago I was few hundred kilometres away, walking down a river bank, snapping away with my phone intricate leaf patterns and paved sidewalks and colourful presumably antebellum shopfronts and a lazy cat rolling near my feet, and 24 hours before that we were cooking away in my kitchen with fiery red kimchi and egg coated rice and fistful of garlic and onion, and 30 hours before I was tucking into a plate of Penang nasi lemak at a celebratory lunch because she is staying, a decision made not more than 16 hours before that. Well, I'd use surreal and not strange if not because I think I've overused it in this blog. Oyasumi nasai, minasan..
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