Soap-Clean.

"I can see a little house on top of the hill
And I can smell the ocean, the salt in the air
And I can see you, you're standing there and you're
Washing your car, and I can see California
Sun in your hair"
- Bonnie Somerville, "Winding Road"

The lyrics of this song makes me think of driving along a long coastal road, with the afternoon sun shining over the sparkling ocean, as I stick my head out for the breeze. :) Nice.

I needed to get out of the house. It was getting too much, remaining there, thinking about what happened, and how angry I was. So we headed to school early, where he had a project meeting, and then walked to Armenian St. for some char kway teow and ngoh hiang. Mmm. The crummy old coffee shop at the street corner is so quaint. Yes, it's pretty filthy, but it's superbly old school in terms of decor. The walls all blackened with soot and dirt, floors splotched with grime and bits of noodle - and the place used to have a few stray cats who made up the regulars.

Now I'm sitting in a GSR, a graciously provided shelter by Gerald's gf Cheryl, who has kindly allowed me to share the room with her while she waits for him. Otherwise I would most certainly be GSR-less, all the rooms are full. On a Sunday.

Welcome back to SMU huh. We're trained workaholics.