Saturday, June 21, 2003

phoenix from hell

i really do not know where i get my ideas for my journal entries' titles from.

well, last day home. shall not be home till september. not even sure if i can make it back for september. do not want to even think about not seeing my family and friends till december...it's too painful. *feels a stab in the gut*

i almost spelled 'gut' as 'butt'. am a bit disturbed by that thought.

anyway, it's back to hell tomorrow. in case you didn't know, the nickname given to my hostel, eton hall, is eton hell. which makes it quite funny in school...cuz at the end of the day the scholars would look at each other and say things like, "you ready to go back to hell?" or "i guess we shall go back to hell now." or "i'm heading to hell...see you later." heh. corny, i know.

the place isn't too bad, really. the cooks have superb imagination when it comes to lunch: brown mee, brown meehoon, brown ee mein...if you're lucky you'll get yellow mee or white meehoon. cool colour coordination, no? the toilets have algae on the walls, though since the housemistress decided to paint them, their presence has lessened considerably. and that's just the ladies'. dun wanna think about the men's. urgh.

but yeah, i'll be heading back to eton hall tomorrow. sans my brand new harry potter book. i have yet to finish reading it and am now practising self-control against chucking the book into my bags because that will only result in me getting mediocre grades for my common test, which is the only test that can save me from termination, at the rate i'm going.

for the past week i have not touched any of my books. i've gone for a medical checkup, did loads and loads of bank-related stuff, completed all the jpa paperwork, got a haircut, watched a movie, eaten everything i miss about home except decent roti canai (i love being able to call it 'roti canai' and not 'roti prata', urgh), gone out with my dearest and closest friends...but i have not done any studying whatsoever. so much for lugging my notes and tys books back.

which means i'll have to strip myself of all pleasure for the next week if i want to emerge from the common test alive. it's a bit as if i'm like a phoenix, diving into hell so that i can come out of the embers renewed and refreshed. once i am done shrivelling up and dying in agony, i shall be reborn as a brand new phoenix...free to do whatever she pleases. =)

okay, that was a lame attempt at descriptive writing. soz.

i guess that's about it. i've packed my bags, i'm ready to go. well, the last bit's not true, but at least i've packed my bags. am becoming more and more reluctant to go back "there" with every trip home. is this what the flow-thrus were talking about? progressive homesickness? very soon, i may have to join the ranks of those who complain about missing home every day. somehow, that thought no longer disgusts me.

maybe i'm just not as strong as i like to think i am.

before i go...this is for everyone who made my return so enjoyable. i love you. keep in touch. =*)

lishun at 10:04 PM

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