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All right, I just got back from a good weekend of chatting with family... Funny thing how growing up together can mould thoughts and character the same way even when we're far apart... My brother and I ended up starting blogs about the same day, and with the same sort of layout, concept and even our topics of the day are similar!!! except of course he hasn't learnt the value of fewer words to make a stronger point (I'm so the older sis)...Life is odd in the turns it takes... I would never have predicted that I would be so far away from home and that my brother would be the one to stay back...
Oh well... time to get back to work I gess... will write more when I can think of something useful to say!!!

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