First morning

My mother woke me up quite early. Around 7 am Malaysia time, but it was already 10 am in Canberra. I woke up stiffly because it was quite cold in my room (the draft again), and then I told my mom that my stomach wasn't really feeling well so I couldn't accompany her to the butcher's. Now that they've only got one maid (instead of the usual 2), my mother has become the cook again. But she's got to work with Australian ingredients, and not Malaysian ones.

My maid is overwhelmed by the size of the house. The shape of the house is long, unlike the one in PutraJ, which was square. And I guess it's quite old-fashioned because it's got that "secret stairs" that leads from the kitchen to the upstairs bedroom hallway. The hot water pipes aren't hidden either, they're exposed against the wall of the tunnel of secret stairs. It reminds me of that old show "Upstairs, Downstairs". Have you ever seen it?

I never imagined an old house like this could exist in Australia. It's something that you take for granted in England. The house we lived in in London was really old. Everything creaked. I'm really sick of old houses. They lose their charm after awhile because for some odd reason they attract more dust than new homes.

Take for example of my new apartment back in KL. It's not as dusty as this place, and I only do dusting on weekends! Anyway... so boring... you don't want to know about dusting.

I just want to rest and take time reading a good book. It feels like I've been working non-stop for quite sometime and deserve a good rest. Nothing is on tv.