the process.

ironic, isn't it, how in the last survey i've done, one of my most wanted things to do was to go to the UK again.. and now that i'm here, i desperately want to go back home? i guess we're never going to be content with what we have.

anywho, start counting down with me. eight days until hot, humid air slaps its sweaty palms on my face again. two months ago i said to my friend,

'dude, it's exactly two months until we go home. home stretch baby.'

two months later, and it doesn't feel like time's moving any faster.

just to roughly let you picture how excited i am about going home, i've set my clock back to malaysian time. no, not my watches or clocks. because if i did that, i'd probably miss all of my exams, and be wondering why the sun's still setting at three in the morning. my biological clock, to be precise. i go to bed at six or seven pm here, when it looks like it's still noon outside. that's one or two in the morning back in malaysia. i wake up at one or two in the morning, UK time, and stay up. just to hear my drunk housemates come back from the club and destroy the kitchen.

quite frankly, i don't quite care what happens to the house anymore. i'm moving out. next semester when i come back, i'll be staying in hopefully a more conducive environment to ..shall we say.. sanity. rooms with their own bathrooms, so i could take hour-long showers. i think those rooms have queen sized beds too. there's probably enough room for me to roll around naked in a bed full of cash. nah, don't imagine that.

so yesterday, i thought i ought to start packing my stuff, me being immensely bored at at five in the morning. i needed cardboard boxes, so i went out to the back of the university shop to see if there were any lying around near the trash. saw the cleaner. must've thought,

'hmm, these chinese kids sure are strange, up at this hour scouring trough trash. poor kid. he must've been a hobo back in his mainland..'

i just thought i'd ask the fella if he had any boxes, that'll do me a whole world of good, and make me look less of a jackass standing there knee deep in trash. so i asked him.

'excuse me sir, was wondering if you had any cardboard boxes in good condition? needa pack my stuff.'

so he started looking. hard. like, really concentrating. like, trying to dig up treasure. he must've felt pretty sorry for me. handed me about half a dozen good ones.

'here you go kid, these ones i know they're good, i threw 'em here yesterday myself. hand picked!'

'ahh cheers. that's uhh... that's swell.'

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went to watch angels and demons couple of days ago. i thought the book was epic. and the movie.. well, the movie turned out to be just mediocre. the plot was altered quite a bit. which is why if you didn't read the book you'd probably just go, wtf. they turned it into somewhat of a die hard-esque action movie. i also never imagined ewan mcgregor in the role of a villain. turned out he was good at being bad. which is not bad at all.

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