Which reminds me, I have exactly three weeks to have everything settled before moving to England. I'm going to miss France...the people, the local anecdotes, the old city and of course the mountains. But that's life eh. Besides, there will be new people, new local anecdotes, new old city and new mountains! I wonder if I'll be able to pick up their charming accent and sound like Harry Potter's Hermione Granger by end of those few months, hmm. We're going to Marseille for the visa application next week and taking the occassion to travel around the area as well. Abah keeps telling us how beautiful it was when he went there a few years ago. Perhaps something like this?
Okay, I think I'm getting too enthusiastic with the photos now.
Oh, an English friend stopped by two days ago for almost two hours talking about Lotus the adrenaline-pumping sports car (go Datuk Seri Tony Fernandes, Sir Richard Branson is cuter in the stewardess uniform!). I've always thought anything to do with cars was a boring topic so I didn't understand how Ayah could watch the F1 race for hours with the same infatuation and how my lil bro could spend heaps of money for automobile magazines and thingamajig. Well it's actually a passion. A lifestyle. A statement. Those with Aston Martin are in a different league than those who drive BMW. Well I'm not totally converted though. I still love the simpler things in life but it wouldn't hurt to have one of those babes. I mean, don't you think we just look like we're made for each other???
Sorry, can't help it!