The living roomLocation: SingaporeAs the plane drew nearer the ground, the only thought that chased itself round my mind was: I'm home.Here's a glimpse of the flat I called home for the past 13 days:
The kitchen
My room - a right 'ol mess 
My flatmatesLondon was a good experience for me. It was basically a lesson in stepping out of my comfort zone and venturing out into a world where nothing's familiar. I wanted to experience London, and I got to experience London. My impression of England has always been one about rolling hills, crooked rows of brick houses, narrow country lanes. London's a little too metropolitan for my liking. What I liked about it was the weather, the parks, the old buildings, and the general friendliness of the people there. It was fun in a way, and I got to see the places I've always dreamt about visiting. Pictures always take away the magnificence and grandeur of the actual places itself. London has also changed me in a way that amazes even myself. It started off with simple skirts because it was easier to pack and less bulky than jeans, and it has now escalated to an obsession with pointy-toed shoes. 
Before London, people would have to pay to see Tracy in a skirt, let alone girly shoes [I love my lime green pointy shoes]. I'm painfully aware of the blatant bimboness of this paragraph, so we shall leave it here and never speak of it again. Oh, and since this paragraph is dedicated to be a one-shot bimbo entry, let me say that if anyone wants to lose weight, go to London. I lost 5kg when I got back because in my 2 weeks there, because most of the time, I basically survived on one packet of cold pasta salad a day, which was surprisingly yummy so I had no qualms about it, or maybe I was just hungry and food there is so expensive it's like the dishes are laden with gold. And now this bimbo paragraph is officially over.I still haven't properly adjusted back to Singapore's timing yet. Tried to sleep at 230am, but all I did was lie wide awake in bed. It really is a pain trying to fall asleep. I don't exactly know what time I finally nodded off, but I woke up bright and early at 730am, only to fall asleep around 930am and basically slept like a rock till 1130am when Mom came in to exclaim that I was supposed to meet my friend at 12pm but I'm still in bed. London's 7 hours behind, so at 1130am, it was actually still 430am for me. I wonder how Dad does it all the time.