15 November 1991, Friday.

I woke up this morning alone, Oman had gone to his class, and told me yesterday that he wouldn't be back until 10am, I must have awoken at about 9:30am, just enough time for me to write some letters and have a poo.
Eka, Toto, Andreas and Dani turned up at 10am, we all talked, played cards and before long, Oman had arrived, and we all went to breakfast together. After breakfast at the warung(cafe), we returned to Oman's place, sat and sung and talked all day.

At 4pm we all went to the college campus, I wasn't allowed to sit in on the class, shame, so I just waited about, I started talking to some people, and then wrote another letter, and before I knew it the hour and a bit was over. Everyone came out of class and we all went for a walk, we walked up a road famous for jean shops, also the shop fronts, were massive great sculptures, or huge displays, one was a huge batman, that came almost flying out of the shop front, I got a picture, it was brilliant.
We then returned to Oman's, where I took a mandi(wash) and then went to eat at the warung(cafe) with the television. We had some great food, and then stayed and watched television. I made some drawings of 'Teenage Munant Ninja Turtles' for the two boys that lived there, in Indonesia, they call them'Kuru Kuru Ninja'.

Then at about 10pm, we went to Oman's, I feel very sleepy, and yet I've done very little today, also slept really well last night, that's probably why actually, although I've had a very happy day here. Talking is the order of the day here, along with singing and laughing.
I've noticed that my diary entries are getting much shorter, I wonder why?
I don't really, that just made me feel better by filling up an additional line in this journal.
Salamat malam(goodnight).