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So I stopped at day four right?

Ok so Day 5 and 6 in Perth, I pretty much stayed home all day. Well.. I think. Anyways slacked at home. One thing about living in Perth, it's boring. There's nothing much to do, so I helped out with the house hold chores just a tad bit.. And played with Danish, this really cute kid that my aunt has been babysitting. He's only 2 years old but he still can't really communicate well for a 2 year old. All he does mostly is repeat every last word we say to him. eg. "Whats your name?" he'll reply, "name." sometimes it sounds like a question mark sometimes it sound like he's saying his name is.. name. And he always says "Ahbes" Whenever he's finished with something or when something is over, CUTE! Btw ahbes means finished in Malay. -yup he's a Malay kid- I just sat there and watched him play though, I'm bad with kids ok.

Well enough about the boy. On the 7th day, Sharmala brought me to town. So it was just the 2 of us, shopping. Uh huh I shopped quite a lot, I bought yet another bag, 2 pants and a shirt. Pretty fun to hang out with Sharm although we have almost absolutely nothing in common! She'll gasp in aww at some dress while I go 'uck' and then she'll give me some look. I think if I'm not wrong, that was probably the first time we've actually went out shopping together. -well it's kinda expectable considering we don't live in the same country and stuff-

Day 8 or 9 I think 8, we all went out. Uncle Balan came back from his business trip, so we all went for lunch then shopping and then followed by a barbecue back at their place. Tim Sum!! It wasn't THAT bad, but of course the ones in Singapore are nicer. After that we went to Harbor Town (which I unknowingly kept saying Harbor Front) with a really bloated belly. Again shopping till I got sian, but then I bought a whole lot until I nearly got bankrupt. Well dinner that night was pretty guud. I loved the potato salad! Too bad there weren't so much of it so I didn't stuff myself with the salad (thats a good thing).

Thats about it... the remaining days were just slacking and packing and checking the flight bookings... Ah yes. I had a major bimbo moment there. I read the timing wrongly and ended up going to the airport at 11am hoping to get the 1pm flight only to realise there was no 1pm flight. It was a 1AM flight, which means I missed the flight and had wasted aunty veni's time and patrol. After which I waited till about 2 and got the 4pm flight back home. It did say in the website that there was a 0105 flight... and it also did say there was a 1555 flight. Jeez I'm such a friggin bimbo to not notice that! God I hate all my bimbo moments!!!!

Adios-sa.

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