Twenty Days More

Just a short one since I'm in the midst of preparing for exams.

Do you know what's in my head?

I'm thinking of waking up in my queen size bed, with my all-time-favourite ultra soft duvet and my dog coming into sight after I have gone slightly more mindful and gain some sensibility in the morning.. and watch my dog curling like a sausage at the edge of my bed. I miss home. And as much as coming over to UK has open me to a world of independence, responsibility and put me to a free place with less parental control and nagging. I. really. just. want. to. go. home.

I can't wait to go home this summer. And to wake up and to run down my broad staircase, and to live in a house not a dorm. I think in my life, I've never so much appreciated space this much till after I started living in a cramped box in the university accommodation. It shouldn't strike you how we live as students, a standard guideline of bed-study table distance of 40 inches away, and how an average student is capable of keeping twenty pairs of shoes, and mounts of laundered unfolded clothes fitted in a relatively small built wardrobe.

On the brighter note, just Twenty more Days.

Ice creams

Ice cream makes me happy. Genuinely.

City Talk

 London

Hong Kong

Paris

 Tokyo

New York

And my personal favourite:

Kuala Lumpur

If I were to undo things, and get a fresh clean choice to pick the preference of my university. I would definitely choose to be in the heart of London. 

I would definitely choose somewhere with things happening around me 24/7. I would choose London, where restaurants are bursting with guest list every night, with people celebrating birthdays and promotions in their career. I can’t help but realise how much I love standing on the streets filled with people, people who are also out like me looking for fun things to do to fill up our free time. 

It makes me realise that I want to come home from a weekend-away, not to a home where I can only think of the option of Jenny’s fish & chips down the quiet streets of the small family and retired couple living next to me. I actually want to come home to an apartment with my plasma TV, cosy in my bubble with my lazy couch and favourite mug, but also at the same time.. it comforts me knowing that I am resting in somewhere not far from the city centre, where I can phone up people who are energised for the night to do whatever we suggest on the spot. In regardless of getting change into an evening casual dress for dinner in a “London best-review” restaurant, or popping in the casino for a game of poker, or enjoying a night of twister with chilled music while having your collegue cook you a nice hearty meal over at their place.

This is home for me. Somehow, cutting all these city distractions from my life doesn’t help me become any more productive.