Class starts in a week, specifically on the 6th of October.
I'm actually looking forward to immersing myself into this final term.
And, ooooh, internship!

The little sister, who's not so little is turning 20 on the 7th.
Sarah's birthday is upon us too!
What to do, what to do?... Makan more ah?

I need to get out of the habit of waking up after 9AM.
I need to wake up at 8AM or earlier. Must train body.
Also, it doesn't help that I sleep only when almost the whole world is perceived a slumber.

Tomorrow I make thai food for my lunch. But I need to find sellophane noodles. Mmm... Spicy glass noodle salad and kerabu mangga. Mmmmm...
Tomorrow, also, I'll be sorting out a bunch of stuff in orange Ikea boxes, sending the lappy to the shops to get reformatted before the new term, having a nice big juicy burger and fries with Bearnaise sauce for dinner at Kanpei, Micasa.

Sent in my application to RMIT, IDP said they'll be sending it tomorrow after they've received my portfolio soft-copy. I'm so excited! No longer am I to apply to Raffles in Sydney, however. Acceptance letter arriving in 4 to 6 weeks. Leaving on a plane early February. Joyous, joyous, joyous!
Apartment hunting, finding out where the butcher/fishmonger/chinese grocery shop/farmer's market is, roaming on the scooter, Ugg-boots and flip-flop seasons, chocolate madness, home cookery stored for quick access, mad (PMS) cow disease monthly. How exciting.

I hate it when people who drink mixers argue about the complexities of flavour and ageing of certain alcoholic beverages. I don't drink alcohol frequently but I do know what the base spirits taste like neat.