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Bangkok 2010 brief update

22 tops.
2 dresses.
3 (home) shorts.
3 spag tops (to pair with the translucent tops).
2 (home) tees.
S$400 gone.
Would have been more but mummy paid for some. Phew...

New work clothes! Yipee.

More updates later... because I only took 5 pics with my camera.. haha.
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