180801, 0835hr, illinois time.

it took me close to 30 hours to get from singapore to champaign. the usual story: flight delays. missing the connection flight. sleepless. greasy hair/face. lost luggage [not me, my junior yahui.] and too much time to think.

i've not slept since i got back to my room, which probably means i'll be super tired later in the day. well. since school starts on wednesday, i effectively have 4 days to get over my jetlag. and run all my administrative errands. get my life in order. start on my studying mood.

having not slept the whole night, i managed to completely unpack. even all the stuff that i had packed into boxes to store over summer. i'm intensely satisfied with myself right now - my room looks exactly the way it looked before. hehe. superficially at least. there're still drawers that are actually not in order...will have to sort things out later. like the magazines i ordered, gotta read 3 months worth of magazines before i cut out the interesting articles and throw the rest out. oh, my underwear drawer is a complete mess as well. i took quite some time fishing out exactly 1 pair of panties and 1 bra just now to shower. hahaha....erm erm erm...

i'm quite angry about certain things though. i rented my room out to a junior over summer. i come back to my room to find it dirtier than before [which means he didn't clean the room the whole time he's here.] the lightbulb has busted. my favourite drawer damaged. and my housekeys and the rent not on the table waiting for me, as agreed. argh! what an irresponsible idiot! i don't even want to question him for having his girlfriend stay in the room as well, literally without my knowledge and approval. i don't even want to think about them having sex on my bed. argh! eek! gross! i already gave him a lot of leeway, being the nice senior i am. and he doesn't even have the decency to clean up my room before he leaves and fix the things that he spoilt. argh. shall never rent my room out again. shit.

i had a slight sore throat before i left singapore. after 30 hours of torture on the planes, in the airports and whatnot, it's developed into a full blown sore throat. as expected, of course. i just wish i have lozenges with me now. it's quite painful. fortunately school's not started yet. i have 4 days to get my voice back. i could still talk last night. but after staying up tonight as well cleaning my room, my voice is completely gone now. ok, maybe not completely gone, but i'm not gonna put myself through that much pain just to make small talk. [so, how's your summer? *hack hack cough cough* good? *cough blood* that's nice. *puke*]

oh yes, another thing. my ceiling is peeling. the toilet above my room leaked again and half of the bags i kept here got mouldy, had to throw them away. so freaking gross. i look forward to the day when i can have my own house where nothing freaking leaks into my closet. shit. at least my clothes are fine [just have to wash them again]. if anything happens to my clothes, i will freaking scream at that bastard who took my room and did not bother to keep it dry as i had requested.

ok. not like i have the voice to scream now anyway. hmm.

sigh. tired...in pain...tired...

it feels weird. to sit here in my dark basement room again. it's a new beginning i guess, new semester and all. yet, it's also deja vu. sigh.