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End of July already???

I am happy to report that Doc is well settled back in the UK and getting all geared up for her medical latest posting, which will start in early August.

Speaking of August, WHERE DID THE TIME GO? It's already the end of July? Sheesh... I have to say, while quite a few good things happened since the new year began until now, it has also been laced with a few tragic thing. The entertainment world isn't spared any tragedies either. In a span of two weekends, two amazing minds were taken from us in this world which would starve us of their creative works; the lates and greats Frank McCourt and Yasmin Ahmad... You will be missed. May GOD bless you.

My mum also told me yesterday that my aunt in Pearl Island has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer and has undergone a surgery to take the lump out yesterday. I don't have the full details on the diagnosis so I'm still unsure at which stage is she in. And in as much as I don't like her for how she has treated my uncle (her husband), I can't help but hope that she'll pull through this successfully. Let's pray that she does, k.

Onto happier notes;

- My mum also reported that her sister is recuperating well at home after being in the hospital for a week for high blood pressure. The doctor said she will need to take it easy for a while and is even advised not to fast this coming Ramadhan. I just hope to GOD that she will take that advice seriously.

- Buffy's wedding invitation cards are finally all ready! I have to say, the cards are very beautifully done. YAY! Can you sense the excitement yet?

- Yesterday, my prayers have been answered and the deserving gets it. He is outta there for better or worse. YAY!!! But then, others around are also outward bound and that just sucks. Even my new boss is outward bound! Yes, he just started but hey, to each their own, right?

- My flu is almost all gone. :D

Oh yes, I did write about Prodigal Friend in my previous entry. Well, we did meet her for lunch. But I can honestly say that I am still very much disappointed with how our friendship just dwindled away. For a first meet after two whole years, she couldn't even have enough courtesy to ask me and Christmas how we are doing or even offer an explanation for her hiatus from us. We didn't want to get on with any confrontations that afternoon because it would make things even more awkward than it already was, and I don't know if we ever would, so we pretended as if the ice over the river is strong for one afternoon. We'll see if there will be a next time and I also asked Little Boy to be with us if there is one.

And I know I was supposed to tell about my Pangkor trip. It's just that the internet at home is ka-put yet again. Sigh... So until I get that fixed, which should prolly be by this weekend when I have some time, I won't be putting in an entry with piccies in them. Hang tight and take care.


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