It's nights like these, cold quiet and sleepless, that I miss the familiarity of city noise. Not so much here in Melbourne though.

It's an ungodly hour and I should be comatosed from too much to eat but I'm absolutely awake. Waking at 3 in the afternoon is having an effect on me. Not so sure I like it. Time to reform. Not only sleeping pattern wise.

Ok, no. Fine. After Defqon. Last time, promise!

Speaking of eating too much, I've a serious case of the chubby cheeks. Square jaws + excessive fatty tissue on cheeks renders pudgy looking photos of yours truly. Whipping out the Shaping Facial Lift from Clarins again.

I miss home. As in, Singapore. But the prospect of leaving Melbourne is rather heart wrenching too. Heart wrenching in the "I wanna hold on to this forever" kind of way. Yet I have my bouts of homesickness ever so often. I miss my friends dearly, and my parents even more. I suppose it's time to start life, and stop trying to put a halt to the next chapter.

Being coherent at this time of the night/morning is not exactly prime.

I feel like I have nothing to show except my grades and maybe a year worth of working experience to boot. I need to achieve something, somewhere. Something laudable. But I don't feel enough motivation to get it done. I just end up sleeping till 3 in the afternoon and have dinner, bubble tea and sleep again. A vicious cycle I can't seem to find the will to break.

Ok, resolution time. After an approximately 6 hours kip, I will get my life back on track. Time for bed.

xoxo