I'll be going to Singapore tomorrow (or should I say later). I've got 4 more hours left for sleep. Should I be excited? I'm not that up for it really. I'm going to pluck myself out of my planned holiday - of just lounging around and probably heading off for some ukay-ukay in the afternoon. As we speak a college friend is throwing a birthday drinking session. I of course couldn't hang in until the wee hours because I have to be conscious enough to fly alone and get there still sane, without any limbs missing.

Yup, I'll be spending my now defunct declared non-working holiday alone on a plane, on the first flight out to Singapore. I need to be in the airport by 6 in the freakin morning. I had no energy or motivation to buy dollars. So I don't know... maybe I'll just loiter around. Scrimping on food so I'd get to buy a pair of shoes. Or maybe film. Or maybe I'll just be a devil enough to use what's left in my debit card account.

If anyone's wondering, this trip is for business. Far from pleasure. It's going to be one of those sessions where they sift through the last of your working braincells for "provoking" ideas. Whatever. I'll try to be productive sans the bitterness.

The good thing about it is that I'm going to take a leave on Friday. Come on, I deserve a holiday. I hope there's free internet. If not, well... blog you when I blog you. Ciao!