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for the past few weeks ive been contemplating whether or not i should go back home during xmas. i really want to, but whenever i think about the cost i feel like i shouldnt be asking for so much, it's too expensive to fly home, so i never thought of asking daddy and mummy whether i should go back. papa james and mama judy have been calling me the past few weeks telling me to just book a ticket home and they'll pay for it, but i didnt want them to pay for it either.

the month of october is nearly over, and winter is nearing, and i thought hey, it wouldnt be so bad, i'd go travelling! i want to go to milan, but thing is, no one would be here to go with me and i wouldnt dare go on my own, and i want company anyway. i wanna go prague and i want to go to geneva. ho ho ho big plans, but not possible this christmas. so i thought, okay, i'd visit friends in different parts of england! i could go to london! maybe manchester! but guess what, everyone is either going back to singapore or already made plans to travel to europe. great. then i thought maybe i could visit yingyan in NY! but sigh, too expensive. so im back to square one.

and the more i thought about how i've to spend one month here alone in the annexe, the more i dreaded it.

and i know how dark it's going to be everyday (laura and i went out for dinner just now at 530pm but it was already pitch dark and the moon was out! 530pm!), and knowing me, i'd just stay indoors once the sun goes down because i'd be too afraid to walk out in the dark alone on a cold winter day/night because im not used to the (poor) lighting here and im afraid i'd get mugged/sexually assulted/etcetc. then i'd get bored to tears because i have to spend hours in my room that is not that tiny but small enough to make me feel like it is a tinylittleroom. plus the fact that im coughing my lungs out and i have tissue burns above my lips (i feel so guilty i killed a tree -- with that amount of tissue paper ive been using...), made me feel really depressed. i hate being sick. it's been too long and i dont seem to be getting any better. and the medicine here costs a bomb. bought a box of cetirizine dihydrochloride tablets for my cold today and cost me 7pounds. :(

anyway i was really happy talking to vivian and chloe online they made me so happy because i havent crapped with a crap buddy in the longest time and i felt constipated. now i feel.. uh, relieved.

did i mention i had dinner with laura? yes i think i did, and i was so chatty i think she was surprised. she's off to play badminton now though, im not playing because no. 1 im sick, and no. 2 i dont want to get any sicker, and no. 3 i washed my hair this morning. and i dont like washing my hair twice a day, it makes my hair too dry.

but anyhoooooooos, so the thing is, i was very depressed this morning yes after class when i came back to my room and was coughing and coughing and coughing AND coughing, i suddenly had this urge to call daddy and tell him i want to go home. so i did. and i think i shocked/scared him cuz i have never called home since i got here, except when i first arrived, he must have thought something bad really happened that made me want to go home so bad. plus the fact i was sniffly and my voice is really hoarse, erm i mean, sexy now, he thought i'd been crying for ages. well, nothing bad happened, just that im sick and i decided that i really want to go home in december and if i didnt act now there would be no more air tickets left.

SO he said he'd call me back. and he did, and he said i should go home if no one is going to be here with me in xmas. and i was just about to book my ticket online (ohyes, a long story for that too. i spent AGES trying to find the cheapest flight back home, and i found one on qatar airways. and while waiting for daddy to call me back i was already filling in my debit card details waiting to click "confirm ticket") and daddy said not to book a new ticket he'll try to get me a seat on SQ. so... i didnt. and i had to go to class. so daddy said he'll contact me tomorrow to let me know if mummy could get me a seat. SO, i went to class, well, RAN to class cuz i was running late, and throughout the tutorial other than coughing and disturbing the class and running to the toilet to puke because i was coughing so bad and in between listening to what the tutor was saying, i was hoping the flight on Qatar airways wouldnt be fully booked by tomorrow. (yes im that paranoid)

remembered i was suppose to sms philipp because he asked if i wanted to have lunch, but i already had lunch so i thought i'd have tea with him but he was back in his room taking a nap, so i headed to the library with anna and erm another girl in my tutorial but i cant remember her name, in fact i didnt get her name at all. met laura and jessica and another girl whose name i didnt get either and decided to come back home with them cuz i was bored at the library, i had nothing to do!

came back, switched on my laptop, logged onto gmail. and saw daddy's email. and he said that all flights back to singapore from the 15th to the 19th are fully booked, and i had to try get my own ticket home.

so.



i did.




and to cut the long story short (congratulations if you actually read EVERYTHING from the top all the way to well, here, this must have been the longest entry i've had in AGES)

im going home in december!! :D