17th enrolled !!! yayy
washed my clothes tday. amazed by how quickly it dries off. maybe it the wind. it's hot tday. 37 degrees. according to the weatherman. the good thing here is that they show the weather forecast every few hours and predicts the weather for the whole week.
aunty bedah came yesterday with my blanket (finally!!) and she brought some asam pedas as well. it smelled real good until i tasted it. made me miss makcha's asam pedas. don't dare to tell her that or she'll say "tu laa... dulu tak suka makan..." i can actually hear her voice now.
oz dollars has past .3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now i wish papa would hv given me a bank draft. but i duno if its for good. hmm... hendrik has a bank draft for 20k so he's pretty okay. gotta work. to support myself and to get some money and go shopping.
FINALLY get to enrol !! all subjects !! woooohooo!! now i'll be able to get the pack with organizers and cool stuff they've been talking abt.
ate rice for the first time since i reach here. shermayne cooked my brocoli with garlic and some soy sauce. i taste salty but she was eating them like it's okay. oh together with aunty bedah's asam pedas. and omelette. and the lemonade here's superb.
there's something going on at the pub tonight. organized by the uni. shermayne's going. so is the rest. maybe i'll go. maybe. it's not like i've thing to do at home. i'll go. definite.
my boo's here. later.


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She scrubbed and she scrubbed. Stopping for a minute, a sigh escapes her. Wiped her brow of sweat...and scrubbed again.
Finally, the white is clean. Holding up the shirt, a wind blows in through the window. It blows in the heat, twisting the shirt in midair as she struggles to keep it in her grasp. Its wetness dripped.
The windows shut. Inside, everything is still. She looked up, and realised that the shirt is no longer wet. No longer dripping.
He jaws dropped, a silent amazement escaping. "Wow," she breathed.
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