2nd year misery

Of all the times I've been on planes, the last trip was one of the most tiring one.

The flight to KL took 2 hours, then 11 hours to Auckland, then another 3 hours plus transit to Dunedin. The nomad life really is terrible, going from one airport/city to the other, stopping for a few hours, going to one gate to the other, hearing the same safety instructions over and over again.. But perhaps the most terrifying one is being on the same flight as babies who cry non-stop (and I mean non-stop as in 11 hours straight) or those wannabe supermodels/famous people talking day and night, laughing like a mad bunch of hyenas about their busy shooting/modeling schedule.

After more than 24 hours of travelling, planes are starting to scare me now. I nearly puked on the way to Christchurch, probably caused by the thought that I still have another plane to catch before I can finally touch land.

Anyway, being back here is NICE. No, I won't say it's awesome because the things to sort out first are way too many. I have yet to decorate my room into the perfect one to live in yet, the flat's living room is still too horrigible, the sofa set is appalling, and my groceries are still at the supermarket.

So I'll stop complaining and just relax in my quiet room, watching Heroes, and leave all that chaos to tomorrow to deal with.