People can't understand why I love to leave the city early and go straight home. Besides the fact that I am tired, home is my sanctury. Although it doesn't look like a home to most people, because it's just a large room, I call it my home because it's my safe haven and I'm proud of it. Every single thing in my room is a reflection of who I am. It's looking a little emptier than usual because I brought some stuff back to Singapore, but it's still very comfy and homely. My friends usually hang out in my room and I love it when they do because I can play host and take good care of their every need. I inherited that trait off my mom and aunt, by the way. They are excellent hosts and throw awesome parties. Our guests always leave happy and over-fed *lol*.

This is a picture of what my room back home looks like:

It's the majority of my desk but not the whole thing. It looks untidy but I assure you it's very organised. You don't want to see my sister's side of the table.

I do miss my Josh stuff and my soft toys and wanted very badly to bring them back with me but it's just stupid to keep bringing them back and forth. When I find a permanent place for myself then I will bring them with me.

I will have to do a massive clean-up of my current room. At the moment it looks messier than normal because I haven't had the time/energy to get organised.

Got a disgusted call from Syl because I told her since I was in the city and ended early, I might as well shop around. And she was like, damnit I still have to go to work. And I'm like hulo, unlike you, I have been waking up at 6am everyday and she had the audacity to tell me that she slept until 12pm!!! Then again she probably slept late and I slept early so we probably got around the same number of hours. But the thought of sleeping in is just nice.

I realised that I have been cultivating some good habits which I had forgotten about for a long time. Like waking up early and sleeping early. Like having breakfast. I haven't done these things in eons and suddenly I'm forced into it - it's not that bad after all. It may be worse in winter when I have to get up at 6am and it's like 5*C. We'll talk about that when the time comes. At the moment it's so frigging hot it looks like there's not going to be a winter. I can't believe it's going to be 38*C tomorrow...that's much worse than Singapore!!! It's supposed to be autumn!!!