It's come to an end

I'm sitting in my room, surrounded with storage boxes, waiting for some guy who's going to pick them up in the next half hr or so. It's also going to be my last day here in Southampton (apart from graduation day in a month's time) and it's sad to leave. Three years just went by and when I try to remember the first day, it seems so far away.

On a brighter note, I really appreciate all my friends who's braving the early morning to help me move my boxes down 8 flights of steps from my tower (with no lift) and also for dragging themselves out of bed. Thank goodness I only have 4 boxes that should weigh, technically, no more than 30kg or else I'll have to do some pretty intense repacking.

Anyhow, after this I still have to go through another bout of packing in London with even more stuff to put away. In between that I got to make it to the train station in Southampton with two suitcases and my backpack, get some much needed sleep on the train *because some flatmates of mine decided to throw a party till 4am*, and await help at Waterloo from Weybridge. I hope the late night DOtA-ing at Tish's doesn't bring with it withdrawal symptoms. Lol.

Here's saying goodbye to my undergraduate life and the start of postgraduate studies.

Conditional on a 2:1 of course *fingers crossed*.

DoTA Wintermaul

Weng, I have found this unbelieveably fun map to play in DoTA where you just run around building towers to stop the monsters getting through. We played it so much that I also know that it gets bright at 4.30am.

It's so so fun.

Some thrilling stuff

The last few days have passed on a Civilizations-4-soaked blur, only halted by the fact that Weng had to bring his computer back with him to Southampton. He's back there in his tiny, superheated room dredging up the motivation to study for his third paper (of three, I might add).

Daniel and Doris, having seen most of London armed with stamina, a different time zone, and one bottle of water, are now somewhere between Stonehenge and Bath.

I've been pretty much by myself for most of the day, something I'm not good at. I amused myself for most of the morning by crying over a Singaporean soap with English subtitles. I had to watch 20 episodes before it started to pick up, it was only then did the characters start to get self-sacrificing, back-stabbed, and misunderstood.

But there's only so much I can take in one day, which amounted to about six 45 minute episodes, and I'm now reading Jane Austen while figuring out a way to tell my cousins that I'll be legging it to Weybridge for a night and won't be here to see them off tomorrow when they leave for Paris.

I'm supposed to be packing - I've done some but haven't figured out what 30kg feels like. I'm probably going to have to repack everything anyway when Weng gets back all a-sighing and a-tsking, so I thought I'd save myself the trouble of doing it twice and just wait.