Dad had his flight home last night and I think he was a bit emotional when he dropped me off. But I spent a good few days with him and I actually got him to listen about... 3/4 of what I said. That's actually good, really, since during the holidays that I was back home, Dad was either at the office, busy with work, angry at me because of my results, or asking me about my future, which I was and still am quite clueless about. But that's a topic for another day. Or never. Preferably the latter, yay.

Make my rainbows last long after they appear.

Tell me, am I supposed to make notes from the required reading every week? :( I'm obviously new to this, and I have no idea if it's gonna help but I can tell you that I'm tired of writing 8 pages of notes for like 9 pages of the textbook. Seriously, there is only so long that nerd mode can last! Here, I predict that it will last till next week at the very latest, with lots of aid from coffee, good music, and inspiration. Okay, fine, make that in 3 days time, when my 4-day weekend starts again! I'll concentrate on finding a job then.

So hurry! If you want me to study well, send me that damn chocolate fondue set and enough chocolate to last me till June!

Actually, I did see one today at a cafe/bookshop, but it said 'Fondue for 2', the obvious romantic kind suitable for a couple sitting by candlelight. Damn you, stupid fondue set makers, for condemning me to a state of no fondue! I hope the couple who buys it like seeing their partner's teeth covered in chocolate, hmmph!

As you can see, bitter dark chocolate is my exact cup of tea, or rather, bar of chocolate. Family size, thanks!

Mmm... I've finally started talking to one of the boys from Hong Kong living next to me, Eddie. He seems like a really nice guy that wants to learn English very much. And he likes Liverpool so plus 1 billion points! Well, he doesn't know many people that can speak Cantonese here or who comes from Hong Kong so I'm arranging for him to meet Anna.

And again, I had to explain that I am Malaysian Chinese and not Malay. Look fellas, it's not that hard to understand.

Malaysian = nationality. Chinese = race. Not every Malaysian = Malay.

Ryan's still not used to the idea of Malay not being the short form of Malaysia. Wrong, dude, so wrong! Now everytime I mention home, he goes, "Oh, you mean Malay... sia?"

He'll be well acquainted with our country's name in no time.

I imagine it'll be funny for him to pronounce Kenny Sia.