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read between the lines
sleep i finally found the holy grail of sleeping places in singapore this week. all the while it was there my whole three years and i have no idea why i did not consider it in the first place. what's more, i even visited it in my first year.but whatever it is, i am glad to have finally found it...okay, so i'm graduating in 6 weeks' time, but better late than never, especially since school's as busy (and stressful) as ever. and i've found, even more so this week, that a few minutes of sleep can do just wonders to my level of morale. i've also found, adversely, that lack of sleep can make me a very depressive, melancholic person. i think that's when the devil attacks the most. coming back for classes and group projects this week was like going into the thick of the educational forest, or whatever you call it. i haven't had much time to contemplate on what god exposed me to at meta, or the messages He transmitted to me there. all i've been doing is either working on the neverending group project which i so regret joining, trying to find a place to sleep, or actually sleeping. okay, so i did do other things in between, but these were the most obvious in my life this week. which is why i was so grateful to finally be able to find somewhere comfy and cooling enough to sleep at for awhile until i get back. why can't i just go home and sleep? well besides the obvious reason, which is home is no more a place of peace or rest for me, even more so now that i don't even have my own room, it's also cos i'm mostly stuck in singapore waiting for the peak human jam hour to clear up in order to go back without being molested or mauled by dirty, smelly, pushy, unscrupulous travellers. i say travellers, because they don't just belong to one nationality. but erm, the only peeve (and real bummer) is that the place i am able to sleep in has very scarce transport. yeah, that's the sucky part. i wasted like, 2 hours the other day trying to hail a taxi or bus to get home. and blame the nearby expressway for having an accident, thus clogging up the traffic and thereby making all the taxi drivers not want to accept passengers. and i know this for a fact because the taxi i finally got into, which was several mrt stops, a few wasted phone calls and 2 hours away, had an uncle who told me all about it. even if the place wasn't jammed, who wants to waste money on taxi, especially since it costs double the rate than your original currency and it's not even for an important purpose? but the comfort level there is really awesome -- it's nice and plush to lie on. and i really do need to sleep when i'm under extreme sleep deprivation and my energy's failing me. so i guess i'll have to weigh both factors in. |
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