Surviving Dhaka

Saturday, April 02, 2005

I am Back >:)

I am back! Muahahahaha...

On 31 March 2005, I sneaked back to KL behind noodle's back and took a bloody expensive taxi ride to her home town in the wee hours of the morning (actually lingered at the airport letting time fly by for 2 hours before that) and knocked on her bedroom door... Only after about 3, 4 times kncok-knock-knocking on her door, did I see the door open and my sh-leepy baby standing there with a blank-est of blank looks on her face that might have meant "I am going to strangle whoever that awoke me form my beauty slumber!!"

And guess what? After a second or two starring at me, and registering my after-smell as a result from being in the A330 cabin for 4 hours from Dhaka, her blank face broke into one that said she missed me more than I can ever imagine... *muaks!

It's good to be back. My baby won't have to dine alone no more, at least for 3 months or so *fingers crossed*... Here's to noodle and glorious Malaysian food! *zzzzzz

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2 Comments:

  • >:P

    Hehe...yeah that few seconds that my brain took to register what i was seeing was soemthing I will remember for sometime. :P

    It was weird, seeing something and knowing that face, but you just can't quite place it...

    You got me babe, you got me.. :*

    By Blogger noodle, at 7:02 AM  

  • Does it means the end of 'Surviving Dhaka'?

    By Blogger Jocelyn, at 12:05 AM  

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