a week has passed, and all this while i have been working really hard amidst all the Classmate Drama, but i emerge on Sunday, chilled still. there is nothing to say, nothing to report, nothing to write really.
a sombre prayer at the mosque, yours truly as the only female there, then a gift of naan bread, a thirty minute walk and a small celebration with the classmates with pulut kuning and rendang and old spanish songs. a call to home but nothing else, i am full of longing but i am okay.
a week full of meetings, eight to eight, then night comes and sleep comes and some days i talk to E or Nata, i visit people in dorms, laugh and chill and argue and plan for the summer. love is not what i feel these days, more of a sombre sort of affection, and i accept these new feelings. otherwise, f is here.
perkaraperkara 