The Silent Room

I just got off the flight home from Terengganu earlier this morning, my shoulders are still sore and my neck,… ouch. I realised how much I miss my pillows and smelly blanket. I think it’s amazing how much I’m attached to that blanket that’s practically soaked with my body odor.

I even got so upset to the point of slamming doors and tables when the blanket went missing, once. No one dared to take the blanket out of my room ever since. I’d dump it in the washing machine, hang it out, and pick it up by myself to ensure its security [brouahaha, I'm so obsessive over that blanket].

Of course, as always, it’s become a habit of mine to go on a shooting spree whenever I go somewhere. I was at Tambun to splash around just last weekend, and there were a couple of shot from that trip, too. Come to think of it, I haven’t even finished my Egypt series yet! *gasp*

I’ll try to finish that one as soon as I can. I’ve got a couple of good things to blog about that’s been backlogged, and I’ll fit in the travelogues as I see fit [because the best pictures are yet to come!]. Sorry for the delay!