I'm back

The vacation is over, I'm back in my hometown of Kota Kinabalu.

*long and deep sigh*

Don't get me wrong, I love Kota Kinabalu, I love Malaysia. I'm one of those people who can get a little defensive (okay, maybe sometimes a little TOO defensive) about the city I grew up in. You know, when some obnoxious Peninsular Malaysian start making rude and ignorant remarks about it. Or other foreigners. Like "Oh, Isn't Sabah the poorest state in Malaysia?". The worst of all, "Aren't Sabahans (or Borneons) live on trees?" and they were serious. I usually reply, "Yes, but it's the monsoon seasons, so we're not taking our chances with the weather, especially with the parabola on top of our house. So, during these time, we have to settle for the 2-story bungalow, instead. *grunt* Oh well, at least we could maintain the elevator and lifts in the treehouse in the mean time."

Still, I have to admit that I was reluctant to return here. You would to, if you were put in my shoes. It's the environment. It's a vacation: no responsibilities, no deadlines, no worries. Who, in the right state of mind, would want to end that?

Not me, of course! (Especially when there's dashing guys with charming accent and fine arse in the picture! Gosh, I miss them already!)

We reached Kota Kinabalu around midnight. After unpacking the massive loads of luggage, I pretty much passed on my bed till 6pm the next day. Yes, I was asleep for 18 hours. If my tummy didn't make so much noise, I'd probably still be asleep for another couple of hours. Jetlag.

That was 12 hours ago. I'm still awake since then, and its 6am now.

I'm turning nocturnal.