10.
Today my thoughts suddenly went to counting the number of days I had left
to live. I then felt quite bummed for the rest of the day because it was 10. 10 more days. I don't know what to expect. I'm even coming up with grocery lists right now...
And then we all get invited to go to this introductory steamboat gathering. I like that they chose a venue close to heart and home. The truth is, we can't go all the way to another country and expect their natives to accept us for who we are. That's why we have this group, so that we will feel welcome and assist us in settling down for the next two years in Melbourne. It's a good thing to go to and meet some new friends. I just hope that people will like me, you know? I'm not someone who initiates a conversation, and I find myself second guessing what people think of me, I think I've said this before. Oh well, I should just be myself, my skin is thicker (after that SPH stint I think)... or so I hope.
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The conversation's getting stale
If you won't point it out, then I will