The lost month.

So where do I begin. Oh god, I seriously just typed "I'm still alive, at least" without thinking.

So anyway, my laptop broke down, a public bus REROUTED just for me, I had WAY too much to drink, essays on nuclear deterrence and the fall of Singapore due, fifty dollars on calls to Johor, our possum is named Wombat, I fixed my laptop, reading about cars (I've been really into them lately), baking an awesome pineapple upsidedown cake that apparently everyone loved, and an ex-potential housemate keen on double dates/bush walking.

Between you and me, these past few weeks have been incredibly gratifying. Except the time when my laptop broke down, and for a week I was sneaking into Don's room to use his com. And I am missing home terribly. The baby especially. We were on the phone the other day and she asked me "do you want to bake cake?" I miss her. To be honest, I haven't really been on touch with anyone in Singapore outside my family. I worry that one day when I return, we will all just run out of things to say. We will sit in silence when we meet, and we will slowly realize that things have changed too much. Which is a supremely childish way of thinking, but I can't help but entertaining it. In any case, it's my fault really for not making time for the people back home. And I'm sorry.

Staying off campus. It's pretty great I must say. Somehow I never really meant it until now. The freedom, the peace, that grownup feeling you get managing stuff in the house (I don't know why I said that. I still feel 16 at times). But most of it is because of Jas and Don I know. They're so easy to love it's ridiculous.

That's about it, really. Right now, I'm as happy as I've ever been. My courses are interesting, the new people we meet are funny, the food we eat is good. That and the packets of milk tea in my room waiting to be drunk, I could almost wish the world would stop for a moment.