I got in this city state at 6 pm after harassing the stewardess with repeated requests for Singapore Slings. I had to do it. It’s the last time before entering the city when consuming alcohol makes sense; unless you’re filthy rich. I may be filthy, but I definitely am not rich.
Given that my stay here would be longer than the last time. I double checked the requirements for bringing booze in from the lovely duty free shops at Changi. Apparently I am allowed to buy a liter of spirits, a bottle of wine, and three cans of beer. Forget about the cigarettes, it’s not gonna happen. So I maxed out the requirements like the proper alcoholic that I wish I were.
Just when I thought I’ve gotten over my sleeping shyness, I once again found myself tossing and turning, unable to sleep in my huge but strange bed. I opened the bottle of wine hoping that a glass of it would help. I have yet to feel its effects.
I have added another title to my long list of titles, aside from being a pirate and a drunk, I am now a bonafide hijacker. I’m riding on an unsecured wireless network that’s floating all around my service apartment. Theres no better internet connection than a free internet connection. That does it, I think it’s the wine talking.
Good night folks. If you happen to sleep with someone, every so often, wake up in the middle of the night and steal some kisses. You won’t be able to do that when you’re dead, or your partner’s dead. Whichever comes first.
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