Staring into space...

I'm in London.

The time difference is seven hours behind Singapore time.

I'm staring into space, wanting to sleep so badly, but its only 7pm over here. I can feel my body clock dying inside. Its screaming to me, "Stop torturing me!". You would think I should be used to it by now. But jet lag happens everytime. The only thing I've learned is to arrange my time in such a way that I don't sleep too early or wake up too late in certain places.

Blue skies in London

By the way, yesterday's weather was pretty good in London. Fit for a picnic actually. I walked through the park three times. The lengthy road reminded me of the opening scene in 'The Happening'.

Creepy...