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AN EXTRACT TAKEN FROM MY DIARY ENTRY, 10TH DECEMBER 2010, PERTH, AUSTRALIA
I woke up the very next morning with the sound of the cockerel, and I got out of bed with annoyance. My feet touched the cold icy ground. “ughh, shit,” i said, appalled that my playlist was on throughout the night. “did I realllyyy forget to turn it off?” I was unable to believe it. The battery was drained. I pulled off my socks. I was glad that i had turned the heater all through the night, it would have been colder if i had not. Seeing crystal asleep soundly beside me and my other roommates which don’t have any evidence of stirring, I couldn’t help but crawl back into the cozy bed again. I pulled the covers over myself, realizing that almost three quarters of it had gone to crystal’s side. I sighed and stared into the ceiling into blank space. I slept again.
This time I awoke to the beeping of my phone. I opened my eyes slightly just enough to gaze around the room but alas, everyone was gone! I leapt out of bed with a start. Drawing back the lacy curtains, my buddies–all of them– were gathering outside on the balcony, chatting! Girls with their sunglasses, boys with their caps, as usual. Sunlight filtered through the whole room, and the feeling of a brand new day came upon me.
“hey guys!!!!” I dashed into the dining area, the sweetness and pleasant goodness of the morning coffee smell wafted in as a opened the door and triggered my nostrils. The dining area was at the far end of the farm, with my converse sneakers unzipped, coat tied around my waist…”whoahhh, careful!” it was only that moment when Whisky, the dog almost skidded into me! He barked and wagged his tail and i cuddled his ears. I think he likes me. It was a long way from our room, so I was panting by the time I got there. “why, hello sleepyhead!” my friends teased. “hey, what sleepyhead? I got up before all of YOU actually!” I rebutted playfully, helping myself to the apricot jam with toast on the table. “now sweeties, stop arguing and try this, it’s nice,” Joan came and placed a pot of mushroom soup on the table. My eyes searched around for Kambe, the Japanese girl and found her at the far end. I took an extra cup of lemonade and went over. “you want one?”
“hey thanks! Come I’ll serve you!”
“its ok, you have already done so for last night’s buffet!”
Suddenly Milton appeared from the kitchen.
“it’s ok kambe, they can serve themselves, come and eat with us.”
“but I want to serve them!” kambe disagreed with her godfather.
I had seen all these in my eyes. Such a simple breakfast in the farm like this made me realize how important friendship is, especially international friends. Thank you Australia for the great hospitality, it was great touring in such a wonderful place
Hey I’ve realised that all my blog posts recently had somewhat turned into a narrative style. I don’t know how I did it, but I hope you guys enjoy it and I was able to captivate you.
So this is WHISKY!!!!! Though he’s not looking this way, I’m still trying to convince you that he really likes me!!!