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Four years ago, I had to pick up bulks of diving magazines from this office. I was the Bismag (Ewww) and those were part of the goodie bags.

Fast forward to today. I saw the papers with an ad for a trip to Redang. Why not check it out before I confirm bookings at another agency (By the way, I strongly recommend Konsortium over 5 Star).

Made my way to Lavender MRT station. The directionally-challenged me had to find the way to French Road (Wonder if it's because of nationality of people there, or stuff being done there).

Located the road and headed to the block 809. Took the lift and reached the fourth floor. And at some corner, walked through a door into this office.

Strangely familiar.

"Was this previously some magazine's office?" I thought out loud.

"Yeah, we used to sublet the place to them," said Alex the curly-haired Aussie.



Isn't it weird how some things out of nowhere transport us to a part of our life from the past?