Singapore, Here I Come!

It was one of those days when you're not looking forward to anything, and your home town is as mundane as another episode of Glee (which I believe most people would disagree with, but I don't care. I just find it so boring. All the tralalala singing and the witty one liners has lost its novelty).

During the usual Sunday breakfast with mom and my brother, I blurted out. "A friend of mine is going to Singapore."

"Really? That's nice." Mom said, as she put another cup of rice on her plate. Sunday is her cheat day.

"I think I'm going to join him."

After saying it out loud, I never really thought of going. I suddenly felt nervous and excited. Maybe this was the novelty I'm looking for. I've been whining about how boring my life is yet I never really did something about it.

An hour and a half later, mom gave me my passport which I've never used. She had kept it in her "vault" where she kept all documents filed under "I don't think this would be used."

I blew away the cobwebs and dust on my passport and readied my worn out credit card to book my flight based from my friend's itinerary. Later that day, I had a reserved round trip flight to Singapore.

Before taking my lazy pig Sunday nap, I daydreamed of meeting new people in Singapore, running in the morning, touring in the day and drinking sessions in the evening. Can't wait.