I'll split this into bite-sized chunks and try to write in good English:

#1: The UK Trip
#2: The Thing about JCs
#3: Cousins and a Promising Reunion
#4: Miscellaneous Shit

#1: The UK Trip
(1.1): Went to the UK from the 2nd to the 18th with my crazy family and had the best overseas trip of a lifetime. UK is beautiful. Quoting from The Book Of Monsters (one of my travel journals): (in Chiswick, suburb of London) "The air is beer and everyone smokes", (in Bath) "The skyline is a messy, beautiful jaw. I can feel the grit that comes with wealth and the serenity makes me a Roman", (in Lacock, medieval village) "I want to drink at the Carpenter's Arms", (in Liverpool) "The buildings were all quite soft, giving the impression that the city had cried alot and was trying to enjoy old age. Its wrinkles were young adults, smoking and thinking on busy streets.", (at Hadrian's Wall) "It's fucking cold and I pity the sentries who used to patrol this edge of the Roman empire", (at Manchester) "A quiet, industrial place with art under its lids, heavy like a swollen womb", (in Leeds) "everyone here is a hooker but there was one beautiful, totally beautiful girl I saw", (in York) "It's walled. I feel like a pilgrim, rubbing my shoulders with ghosts down streets as Tudor houses bend their beams into a monobrow. I'm frightened as an apprentice at a guild and a man plays thepiano likes he's the only man in the universe".
(1.2) Ediburgh is the city my parents studied in and it's a two piece city; the old half is all cramped and dirty, clanging of church bells, history and crude workmen waving the finger; the new half is straight, half-mooned, modern, incomplete, full of youths and fudge shops. Everyone walks and you can get lost from one bar to another, from onesquare to another, lost in the fizz of life on Princes Street, the colour of food cubes in Marks and Spencers, the valiance of the castle on its hill, looking at you with a wink in its eye. And you feel chummy because time moves slowly, people smile and its dark by three.
(1.3) London is where you can't tell a person from a pulse, where every building is so excellent you think you must be on the border of Asgard and Midgard, but you don't think so, because in London, you don't think, you move. Move with Gandhi and Tennyson, buy your celery from a Turkish grocer and your smoke from a French chemist.
(1.4) I watched a real sheep round up. It was really exciting. We were driving through the foggy Yorkshire Dales when these four renegade sheep spotted us and, like we were a signal or something, BOLTED AWAY FROM THE FLOCK IN ESCAPE! They were chased by this collie and they almost reached a break in the wall when the smart collie dashed up a second faster and snapped at them from the higher ground, sealing their exit and forcing them back towards the flock. I almost threw up.
(1.5) There wasn't any snow, but there weren't any crowds either. It was just us and the cold and the sheep.
(1.6) Fell in love twice: once with this blonde kid in a bar called 'The Churchill Arms', once with Emperor Constantine, who modernised the Holy Roman Empire and looked like Julius Caesar.
(1.7) Went to Old Trafford, experience of a lifetime, sat where Scholes sat, looked at the pitch I've worshipped since 10.
(1.8) Also fell in love with Oxfam, the charity shop that sells the most beautiful 2 pound books in the world. Bought 23 books.

#2: The Thing about JCs
(2.1) Came back to find out I got placed in RJC Science, stream SO5c: Math, Physics, Economics, Geography, as close as it gets to my dream combination. Temporarily happy until end of February.
(2.2) Unafraid. Probably due to innoculation (intensive bullying and discrimination in periods of my primary and secondary education) and a kind of academic desperation ("UK Uni or Death!!"). Also, I'm quite sure I'll find at least one friend in my class and that's enough.
(2.3) Excited. Probably due to testosterone and great desire to join Interact and R(A) Mag. Also, excited about Geog, how nerdy is that?
(2.4) Praying I did well enough for the Os. Had five nightmares already. Too many.

#3: Cousins and a Promising Reunion
(3.1) For those who don't know, here's a brief introduction to the Chi family: we drink, we dance, we play bridge till we die, we stay in ballrooms till the staff's changed into morning clothes, we love each other, we sing, we bully, we eat.
(3.2) Came back to UK a day before my cousins Hilary, Tim and Jon came down from Perth, Australia. They're amazing.
(3.3) Going for the family reunion from the 29th to the 1st. Pretty incredible feat the family's pulling (even by our standards): We're going to be renting a village and every family gets this one bungalow where you stay for three nights! In the day, you bum with your cousins by the pool or whatever and at night everyone gets together for a mega-party. No one's ever experienced anything of this scale before.
(3.4) Caught myself practicing dancing, card shuffling and bridge yesterday to survive the reunion.

#4: Miscellaneous Shit
(4.1) A Christmas Story got published in Life! on Xmas day and I'm getting my first paycheck. A pretty cool thing to happen and good publicity for the book.
(4.2) Oh yeah, Uncut got published. Under 'Young Adult Fiction' in Borders; could kill them all.
(4.3) Bought two skirts and wore one out with Tiff and Des and Ylin. Felt really strange (read: felt feminine).
(4.4) Appetite's shrunk a lot. Hopefully that means I'll lose weight. Was on a mini Atkins in the UK, surviving on meat and ginseng.
(4.5) Warned the juniors about life and death as a PL. Hopefully didn't sound too cynical. They deserved to know the real picture. Apparently, M.Satan's changed managing style. May be good or hell.
(4.6) Doing some research and reading these hols and tons of housework, which has taught me patience, love and that my maid has a more meaningful and wonderful life than me. Love housework and her.
(4.7) Want to buy the Halo 2 soundtrack and wish I could join RJC Gamers. Still want to be a pro gamer. Making inroads with the BOX.
(4.8) Not quite ready for the New Year but hoping I'll make some money. Maybe I'll get to write again. New Years are overrated and anyway, they're Roman (read: decadent).
(4.9) Very, very sad at the Quakes and hope there are no more casualties. It is terrible tragedy that has struck Asia and we are very, very lucky to be spared.

End.

PS: Bitter in a way we can't presume, the boy stands by the bus stop. The ticket says: 6.30pm. His watch says: 6.31pm. Is it possible he missed heaven for a warm sandwich? The bus stop says: We'll take you to an inn. What's an inn? Is it full of mothers in nothing but brassieres, the stale smell of tobacco that is the stench of his life? Why can't the bus stop say: We'll take you home?