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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I realised that going to Malaysia
is like going on a learning
journey. Everything is in malay,
so during my recent trip to KL
after dtc, I picked up quite a
few phrases:) OH and I saw
my asam laksa maggi at
the esso station! You know,
esso sounds like a bad word
if you cant pronounce it
properly. Haha. I cant wait
until the year end sales are
on! KL has got great sales!
And I want to go back to
JB again, because of the
new Jusco! And the otah!
There is this old lady
who sells scrummylicious
otah! Haiz....everytime I
go back to malaysia,
especially melaka, I eat
alot because the food is
just so good. Like what
happened at KL. I ate
SUPPER! and TEA!
There was goreng
pisang and while I
was eating it I
remembered the bunk
3(wassit?) item:) But
this one was much nicer!
Malaysia makes me fat
and I'm loving it!