There was REAL rice yesterday for dinner at the dining hall. I mean REAL WHITE rice. The one you get back home. Not the "fake" one they always cook and tastes weird and so i never eat. hehe.

I realize how happy I get when I see glimpses of the familiar, of home. There's something warm and comforting about it. And i think the others feel the same way cos you should have seen what are fool we were making of ourselves standing over the plate of white rice and exclaiming about how "real" it was and that the cooks actually got it right for once. (they made something that looked like fried rice with the "fake rice" and....well, i didn't like it. They made fried noodles too with spaghetti which somehow didn't taste right either.) haha. maybe i'm a picky eater. no wait. actually i'm not.

anyway, the weather's getting colder now. this morning the temperature was 12 degrees. ITS GONNA BE FALL!