Dear Sufi,
I was ironing my skirt. You were drinking your milk on the sofa. " Mama, kita nak pergi jupe aunty izyani ke?"
I was surprised you remembered her name.
So we had a brunch with my best ladies at Levain Boulangerie Patisserie, Jalan Delima. It was our first time there. Not as what I expected but it was cozy upstairs.
Keeping up with each others' lives. Syai is 5 months pregnant. Izyani just got back from her family trip in Vietnam. Wai and her daily mak-mak mentua's house routine (you're so lucky, Wai!). It was all nice. We don't need to brag about anything. For once, no topics on latest designer handbags!
We're just being us. Just like when we were in school.
I am glad we are still good friends.
Real friends.
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| The Pharmacist |
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| The Power Electric Engineer. Takut dengar kan. |
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| The dentist |
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| Imran, son of the Dentist |
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| The Librarian who got replaced by the huge sandwich. |
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| Imran peluk kak Sufi. |
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| Cheeky Sufi with Handsome Imran |
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| Budak class 3E '97 + kids + the missing Librarian :( |
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Stuck in between smiles
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| Thank you, Papa for driving us there! | | | |
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