I was in Kuala Lumpur for a month before returning back to Melbourne. Even tho it’s SO NICE to be on holiday, see my family and eat different yummy food and be disconnected from uni and work, there’s nothing like the feel of your own bedsheets on your skin and full knowledge that the thread count is exactly to your suiting.

Don’t get me wrong, I am from Malaysia and Malaysia is my home but after living in Melbourne for the past 5 years i consider Melbourne to be my current home. All you international students out there, i’m sure you’d understand where i’m coming from.

I have to say being back in Melbourne feels so good. It would be better if i wasn’t experiencing such bad jet lag, so that i could be sleeping peacefully on those bedsheets instead of lying awake in the dark for 2 hours before giving up and watch criminal minds instead .

I even napped for only two hours this afternoon so i’d be robbed of body clock sleep and yet i JUST CAN’T SLEEP. Oh, and i slept real little on the plane too. My sister slept so much more on the plane, took the same nap as me, and feel dead asleep at midnight -_-

Despite thinking i’d pass out upon returning home, the OCD in me couldn’t stop myself from unpacking and doing the laundry. God i’m just looking at all the stuff around me in my tiny apartment. I have so much shit – everything everywhere… 5 years worth of junk. All these furniture, clothes and more clothes.

I really need to start organizing and donating the things i no longer need. Space. It would definitely be my new priority.