Jetlagged and hungry….for love?
It is 5:16am and I have been awake for the past half hour - Thanks to a neglected/hungry stomach and 8 hours time difference. Apparently a plate of noodles is not enough to satisfy said stomach and all the sleep in the plane didn’t do me any good. Damn. As usual was fickle when asked to eat and am now regretting decision. Next time when asked to eat, I will eat. Have been told by mum to be patient. 2 more hours and I can have more noddles.
But I am back in Penang. And everytime I am back, I am convinced that I don’t ever want to go back to the UK (cold,cold place even in the summer). And everytime without fail, I have to tear myself away, board the plane and get on with life. However, so many things have been happening that’s making it more and more difficult to do so.
