Back to School

Time flies. School starts tomorrow. I have 3 8 am days but this semester's timetable is more relaxed than last semester's. I only have 18 hours as compared to 21 hours. I dread waking up at 7 plus in the mornings though. It's still winter and winter is expected to end later this year. So if all goes well, I'll be enjoying winter until September. Woohoo!!! That's great. It means that I'll get more cool months and less hot months. Hopefully I'll be able to avoid all the hot months while I'm back in S'pore. The only problem is that I hate waking up and leaving my bed early in the morning to wash up with cold water, drink cold milk and feel the cold air against my skin.

My sister starts uni tomorrow too. Somehow it feels so surreal; like a dream. I can't believe she's such a big girl already. My memory of her are those where she's still a small skinny kid who plays badminton and likes to fight with me. I can't imagine that she is old enough to attend uni and is already moving out to stay in the hostel. I hope she does ok. I wish I could call her and talk to her. Tonight is her first night in the hostel. I wonder if she will feel lonely and homesick because this was how I felt when I first came here. Being all alone in a foreign country, travelling on the plane by myself, going through immigration feeling lost and watching out for the man picking me out, whom I remember vaguely but never really talked to before. Then, going to his house and meeting his family, I had never felt so alone before, especially going to bed in a strange room and feeling awkward moving around the house. Well, she's luckier than I am. She has a roommate whose also our neighbour and we have known her and her brother for 10+ years now. She is still in S'pore and can contact her friends or mummy and daddy any time she wants. She gets to go home every weekend.

I talked to my sister, mum and dad over MSN today. We talked for almost 2 and a half hours but somehow it's still not enough. My dad was eating langsat in front of the webcam and he was telling me how sweet it was. How mean was that? It's bad enough that I miss local food and fruits but tempting me whilst talking to me? I can't wait to go home.

The last night of freedom before school starts. We cooked something new today. Laksa! It was good and there was ice cream and Steph's cheesecake for dessert. Mildred is back and she came up to pass me my stationary. Yay!!! Now I have my note-taking pens and I feel more confident already. I didn't get to talk to her much because the guys were here too. At that moment where everyone was chatting to someone, it felt like a mini-party with lots of socializing going on.

I wonder what this semester has in store for me. I won't have any same classes as Chris. I hope I see some familiar faces in class tomorrow. There's a lot more project work this semester as well. I think I'd better sleep early and wake up early. I still need to get out early to find my lecture rooms.

P.S. My sandfly bites still have not healed. They still itch like crazy, especially at night. I wonder if I'll have to make another appointment at the doctor's?