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A Friendly Update

Here I come again after a full year of abandoning this site. Yes, I'm cringing at that but I can't promise myself that it won't happen again. 

For those who've been wondering about my disappearance, well, life has been good to me on most terms over the year. There were things which came up that needed attention and time off. 

Doha has finally become home. I can't believe I'm saying this but Malaysia has come to feel more like a tourist destination. I go back to Kuala Lumpur twice a year, and every time I'm there, I marvel at the Petronas Twin Towers like I'm seeing it for the first time. I can't comprehend the pictures I take of the tropical fruits I get in my hometown. It's strange when I sit back and look at my collection of photographs taken while I'm visiting Malaysia. Every tree, plate of food, park counts. If I had a chance though, I'd still like to move around and live some place else, experience some other culture and lifestyle. Perhaps, there's danger in getting too comfortable. 

Work wise, I've been working from home in the comfort of my PJs and evening sun at the balcony. The fitness life run as usual with bootcamp sessions, and my relationship with food has never been healthier. 

I'll come back with another update soon. 
xx




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  1. It's so nice to hear from you!

    Love,
    Janie

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  2. Nice to hear from you, Jaya! I'm glad you're now happy in your new home. Last time you were blogging you seemed to be missing Malaysia. Maybe you need to edit your 'About Me' profile. :)

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    1. Thanks GB and I'm glad to find you here too. Yes, that profile needs editing. Maybe I need to revamp the whole site too :p

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  3. Awesome that life is going grand, there in your land

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  4. Nice to see you pop up again n my reader!

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  5. There she is! You suddenly popped into my mind: How is Jaya J doing? Well, it sure is good to hear you've been doing fine. Right now I'm supposed to be working from home in the comfort of my PJs, but first a few pickles n' tickles.

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