lost in time

i seemed to have left time behind, literally, ever since i got here.

At ten o'clock in the morning,
i refused to get up from bed, knowing it's only 8 in the morning in my hometown.

the sun shines in brightly. anyone help me shut the blinds?
ooh, it's coooold.. mmm.. feels good to snuggle under my blanket..
i think i smell coffee. kinda hungry..
where's breakfast?
what about lunch?
pancakes i ate the other day at The Rocks is delicious
any happenings in the streets today?
maybe just sit at the cafe n read my books later...

thoughts like these fill my mind everyday at this time.
all these in 5mins... but before i knew it, i was all ready to make my way to the shops down the streets for more shopping.

At ten o'clock at night (hometown's time),
i refused to get into bed, even though it's 2 hours ahead here.
instead, i routinely wrapped myself up, comfortably in the warmth of the thick blanket, cushioned myself onto the large sofa in the living room, and switched on the radio; with harry potter books in one hand, an apple/orange juice (sometimes hot tea or even coffee liquor) in the other, i whiled away another hour or so, in all attempts to fight drowsiness, trying to stay awake in the dark of the night, just so to tell myself, yep, i made it pass the ten o'clock mark.

these were what it is about a week ago.

a week later now, i decided that 10.05 (both am and pm) has been self-declared as the best times to wake up and sleep.