i broke down yesterday and bawled big time over the phone. i just had to hear familiar voices over the phone. i was so desperate i began crying when i heard the dial tone. it felt good hearing voices i know well, but not so good when i had to hang up cos i didn’t want to bust the credit on my prepaid card.

two more days to spend in this depressing room before i move in on sunday. i swear i must be crazy to think that i can handle this all alone. actually it’s not so much of homesickness, it’s more of missing my friends. even though we met only once in a while back in singapore, at least i had the internet to communicate. at least there was always something to do, somewhere to go.

it’s so depressing i haven’t been able to eat much too. i really tried, but i threw up dinner the night before and since then, i haven’t eaten a lot of things.

ten more months to home. yeah i know it doesn’t help to countdown this way. perhaps in a few more weeks i’ll forget about this counting down. i’m keeping my fingers crossed.

hopefully by the time term starts, i’ll be happier and making new friends. and connected to the internet.