Counting my fingers, I am here for six bloody weeks. Do I sound rude?? I hope not. I guess "fuck", "bloody", "ass" is very common in the British language here. He he. Yes, its October soon.
To imagine turning 23 in less than ten days, I was still hoping I can tell everyone I am only 22 for a longer period of time. That's still feasible for a week I guess. I dare not hope of any celebration here even though I already knew I'll get some mails from Singapore. Very sweet, I'm so looking forward to it!
Though I still hate the Britain's inefficiency and the expensive crappy transport system, I'm beginning to get used to it - to live in a way less perfect place than Singapore. I've to accept their shortcomings in order to like it here - like I've to accept the new room as well.
It is funny to say how much I hope to move out. But once I'm back home, after a "difficult" time showering with the bath, I couldn't care less about all the faults in the house. I'm mostly feeling too cosy in the bed for some read or playing with my ibook. Still, I'm open to the options of moving out... whenever I get something better :)
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