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jetplane at midnight.
Sunday, December 05, 2010 @ 11:20 am | comment (0)

I've lasted a horrific four-and-a-half hour red-eye from Perth to Singapore. So tired, yet unable to get any shut-eye. I hereby promise myself that this will be the last set of flights that I fly budget. In a month and four days, I will forever leave this purgatory between studenthood and a full-time paycheck. Granted, this comes with reduced flexibility - I will no longer be able to turn up an hour later that I was due, or go home at lunchtime. I can deal with that.

So here I am, really quite tired and more than a little bleary-eyed. The first thing I did when I got out of immigration was to wander determinedly between terminals, luggage and all, desperately seeking somewhere that eould provide me with the complement of strong iced tea, kaya toast and half-boiled eggs. I stayed there an hour and a half.

Eventually I forewent finding a Starbucks - coffee wasn't exactly going to help me. I sat for hours on some random courtest seats in the departure hall. People-watching (otherwise known as staring blindly into space while tuning in occasionally) confirmed what I intellectually knew. I'm in Singapore. It's full of doting mothers, outlandish clothes and garbled accents. Oh, Queen's English. How we have slaughtered thee.




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