In about twenty four hours or less, I'll be sweltering in the year round similar heat season, drowning myself in a refreshing cool, cold shower before finally slumping on my long-missed bed where I'll drift off peacefully into dreamless sleep for twelve hours covered under my sheets in my familiar air-conditioned room.
It's almost hard to believe that I'll be back home so soon. It almost feels like I never actually lived out of my home yet and that I'd been living on a very long extended holiday only. Perhaps it's just taking me a bit longer to soak it all in that I'm actually going home after being away from all things familiar for the longest time in my life. I sound so untraveled and feel like raw and fresh unadulterated meat being thrown into the cruel world where you get to meet some nice and cool people who carefully and painfully takes it in his stride to put in the time to guide you through the complex pathways and scary corridors of life. I think I'm getting the hang of packing smart and fitting my overgrown number of stuff into my luggage. I'm rather proud of myself on that note.
Returned from a Korean dinner with a group of us IH-ers in honour of one of our resident British IH-er leaving us this weekend to return to London and begin working at an internship of some sort on Monday morning as he'd be graduating this year already with a degree in science I believe. The British can be such wry humourist types really. Anywhos good luck and all the best for your future endeavours and plans, and go you for being all super smart and an all-rounder type as well. I predict that in five years time there'll be a newspaper article out in the Star proclaiming the next prodigious business man or earning a doctorate on some degree thing where the country will make proclamations on how he's half Malaysian which is true and that we're all really proud of what we can produce. Like hell, what happened to him being half British then? I'm just being all ranty again. I smell of barbeque. My hair stinks. But I couldn't be arsed to wash my hair this late in the night.
I really am going home tomorrow. Woot!
Oh yeah, exams are over too. It seemed like a big deal just a few days ago but now I'm just indifferent over it. How odd that just a few days can make one feel totally different over such a matter? Just give me a grace period of a few days before I'll begin stressing over the impending results being released very soon in a matter of weeks.
Football will return to my life once again after a four year break of deprivation. Will be rooting for Spain to take the cup this year. Finals here we come!
Less than a megabyte to go. Damn. My room looks empty and desolate right now. I hate it. I hate being in my room tonight. I can't stand rooms looking so vacant and devastatingly plain. Anyway, am done for the night. Will be blogging from my room back home come the next post. Hola and good night.