it rained so pesta got postponed. like many years ago, when i thought that netball carnivals meant like real carnivals, those where there are carousels, funstores, cotton candy and all, i did come home disappointed. all cause i made a wasted trip there and disliked the idea of coming home.
there were some relatives at my place because my granddad just got discharged. but they don't know my name. and i don't really like the new maid. she doesn't talk to us, doesn't wash my clothes with washing powder (i think), can't speak proper english, doesn't do massages for me... but i heard that she cooks good pasta.
received an email from Jenny, saying she got my postcard. i trust airmail now.
i'm really thankful for that night guys. it really meant a lot.
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