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When the bells ring

Bread and caramel don't go together at all! It's true, I tried. Unlike bread with kaya or nutella or jam. My Brittany caramel is really nice though, I just need to find a compatible food to go with that's all. Which was why I bought frozen crepes from Carrefour. The bad thing about it is the after-effect of being microwave-d. It's just a little.. soggy. Not nice :( I need pancakes. Perhaps that would be good.

Went to Kak Lin's wedding on Sunday. Was nice seeing relatives again. I think I'm very much closer to my second cousins than my direct cousins from my dad's side, like seriously. The thing I like about my dad's side of the family is that it's too huge that I see various faces in just one event and I'll end up figuring how we're related. I love to see how the connection works. My mom's side is too petit, I kinda know everyone haha.


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That's Kak Lin. She's my dad's cousin's daughter.
So that makes her my 2nd cousin?
So happy for her.


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With momster. We stayed through the wedding and ate like every other time there.
Yummy food.


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This is Tina, another of my second cousin. It's great that we're hitting off so well, guess it's because we're of the same age tooo.


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My niece. Most of my cousins (paternal) are like married with kids.
She loves the Twilight series haha.
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