In the bus after maghrib, helluva lotta foreign workers boarded the bus a few stops after I did. I'm talking HUGE numbers of foreigners here, but the strange thing is I actually liked it. They comprised Chinese, Bangladeshi and a handful of Indian workers, and what I liked about them was their cheerful air. All their eyes were open, and even if you could see they were tired, they just burst with some form of optimism. Some of them were talking at the back, in China style Chinese, but even though it was loud I didn't even mentally protest cos it was such a departure from the usual Singaporean blabber.

I thought about it a bit more, and I realized these people always look more energetic and happy. I reckon a tourist would never behave like an idiotic, drab-faced moron (you wouldn't now, would you?), but even those who've been here for some time (I met a few, even spoke to them) retain that favourible 'tourist air'. WOI SINGAPOREANS. LEARN FROM THEM. The good things, that is.

AGAIN! TODAY! WAS WEIRD ASS SLEEPING!
I slept before 1230 last night and awoke at THREE TODAY.

THREE.

I know it really rhymes with free but WHAT. THE. HECK. THREE?! That's a lot of sleep, maybe in excess, I hope I can donate some of it to the sleep-deprived. But as I sleep it hurt, and the more I slept the more it hurt, but every time I woke up to toss and turn I told myself I could sleep it away.

Why sleep, why have you been so unfriendly to me, I've always had a special place for you in my heart. I'm going to meet you again, please treat me better .*muacks*





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