Just came back from Malaysia.

I'm sure you - my blog - would like to hear how it was.

(Yes, I'm addressing my blog as an actual person. A little bird told me it was therapeutic. From now onwards, all posts shall be directed to my blog, whom I'd like to think, actually consciously reads it.)

Let's start of with 'It was Great'.

I was having some family quality time over there. The drive to and fro was spent reading Twilight - catch up on conformist readings. I got to buy T-shirts.

There was also a mix up at the immigrations checkpoint. The dude gave my brother's passport to another car. How it happened was a long story. Please don't hesitate to call me to find out how.

I spent most of the time in the hotel.

I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in between sleeping and waking up.

My parents and brother played golf while my sister and I lazed on the beds in the hotel.

I secretly like going to different countries to check out what their supermarkets stock. In Malaysia, they stock chicken stock by the canister. Many things in Malaysia are also cheaper than the exact same products sold in Singapore. Fascinating. If only Malaysia was like a shopping centre. We could go over there for some everlasting 50%-off-shopping-sale and return home in under 20 minutes as opposed to currently taking around 2 hours to reach the nearest shopping centre in Malaysia.

Sorry Sherilyn, Matt, Shaun, Yanlin and I guess Fiona for missing out on some intense outing experience.

(But in my heart I wasn't truly sorry, for they were playing pool - a pseudo-sport that hurts my back)