I am now exactly eight hours behind Malaysian time.

The mornings here are long, but the nights are longer. My insomnia forbids me from feeling jet-lagged, but that's okay, the nights aren't as lonely now that everyone else in this household is. For now.

It's nice here. So far I've been using my time here as a getaway from all the pent up stress and emotional frustrations I left back in Malaysia. Exam results and cat-fights and not to mention the art of me fucking someone else's life over. But let's not go there. 

Winter isn't entirely over where I am now, but we're already greeting the early stages of spring. Most (if not all) of the trees are still barren and some birds have migrated back here. ‘Some’ refers to pigeons. Most days are chilly, cold wind carressing everyone's face like a lover, some days worse than the rest. I like to think that the wind is giving everyone the final icy kiss of goodbye.

People here are warm and welcoming, always thanking and apologizing to each other for the pettiest things. It's nice to see. Nice to see that courtesy isn't at all extinct, not even endangered. I like being surrounded by this much positive vibes and optimism. Their slang though, is something I'm still getting used to. I've been speaking english with my family and not having most people being able to understand for so long, I've brought the habit of criticizing things in english here. Now when I want to comment on something I have to use Malay, and we find it funny.

I'm trying to have the time of my life here but it's kind of hard when there's still a missing plane out there, when my results are due in more or less a week, when I've lost my UPU code and I'm still not sure on what I'm going to be doing for a living.

It's like the calm before the storm. Silent but deadly.