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My days were all about work lately. Which is good, I guess, since certain things still lingered in my mind and refused to cease. At least when I was occupied with work, they'd seemed distant. So, when I had a chance to sit and have a coffee with some favourite company, I decided to enjoy the moment and just talk and smile.

Location: Pappa Rich, City Mall, Kota Kinabalu






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