One Girl, Big House

I've been emailing and texting a ton of people about my first day back here. In a way, I feel so alone here right now, that I just need some sort of reply to my problems. Maybe that's why I didn't think to blog when I was bawling my eyes out last night. I already feel lonely enough.

Anyway it's 4.50am now, which means its 11.50am in Singapore. Which probably explains why I woke up (not that I even got much sleep in the first place). I can't even busy myself with packing because it is impossible for me to find my boxes here. And impossible for me to try and get them in that pile with everyone else's. I can't even find my utensils for food. I want a hot coffee so badly.

Argh enough about my stupid pathetic first day. Today's a new day, and after a hell lot of ranting on emails and somewhat getting a bit of sleep, I'm not too upset anymore. Today's gonna be a much much better day because most of my housemates are coming in. Which means we can fumble over all these stupid things together.

Definitely appreciate the importance of company now.