Habitation

This must have been my fifth visit to Singapore within the past 18 months. I frown upon the idea of having to fly there just to take care of some personal matters, so this time, I planned an adventure :)

Since it was a last minute booking, I didn't have much time to arrange my accommodation. I figured I'd bunk in Changi airport since it was voted as the best airport of 2010 (http://www.sleepinginairports.net). A friend expressed her sympathy but I felt nothing but excitement! I love the adventurous side of me. Although I have to admit that I'm not the most optimistic person on earth, I like the me who's always in search of beauty in life. She's been missing for some time now and I'm determined to find her back. Reality, please excuse me for a moment while I head on a journey in search of my lost self.

So I caught a midnight flight and arrived at Singapore around 2am. Walked around the airport searching for a cozy spot and set my camp at Starbucks. I tried sleeping, I honestly did. But there was construction going on and the girls seated beside me were extremely excited about a computer game they discovered, so I only managed to nap for an hour and a half. I spent the rest of my time thinking, listening, people watching. I enjoyed it. After 5 hours at Starbucks, I brushed my teeth and washed my face in the bathroom before having sushi for breakfast. Man, this is like... hardcore backpacking. At least I had a bed to sleep in when I "backpacked" Europe last summer.

After breakfast, I headed down to Marina Bay Sands. Got lost for a bit, and found a perfect spot under the tree. I spent my morning sitting on a bench, swaying to soft jazz music, having the time of my life. A few hours later, I grabbed a bottle of gatorade, explored the mall for a bit, and found another spot by the Arts and Science museum. I would have visited if the entrance fee was more reasonable. But since it wasn't, I was content sitting outside the museum, people watching. Seated beside me was a couple with their grandson, eating packed lunch and playing hide-and-seek. They were so adorable. The little kid ran around in circles, his carefree laughter ringing in the air behind him. I couldn't help but smile at such precious moments. I spent more time sitting, listening, reflecting, and being mesmerized by water ripples. Random, I know.

Then, it was time for the Lion King, woot! I was debating if I should watch it for the longest time. I wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of doing something unfamiliar all by myself, plus it was crazy expensive. But my frustration with my not-so-self pushed me out of my comfort zone and with a click of the mouse, I splurged. No regrets though. I loved it so so much. Before we were seated, a waiter came by with a backpack of coffee plus milo and had to shake himself for a bit before serving the drinks, hah. I was amused. The show was way better than I expected. Especially loved the costumes, choreography, and little Simba's role.

After the show, I rushed my way to Suntec to attend City Harvest Church's Saturday service. Found the place without much difficulty and got there in time for worship. I'm so glad I went. The message wasn't extremely powerful or inspiring but it was really encouraging for me personally; it was just what I needed to lift my spirits. I felt so bonded with God that evening, felt so good to indulge in His presence. I stood there in awe of Him, singing my praises with tears flowing. That moment, I knew I was healed emotionally; I was set free from my doubts and worries, I was free from the bondage that wouldn't have tied me down if I chose to let go.

I took a train back to the airport after service and was hoping to find a better spot for the night. I explored the airport yet again and realize that T3B2 is the happening place. Had a proper meal for dinner then decided to sleep at a kids hang out area. Just when I got comfy, some security guards came by notifying us that the place will be closed for cleaning. Man. And so I lugged my bag with me in search of another spot. Starbucks was packed this time. I sat on one of the plastic chairs, hugged my knees and could only nap for less than half an hour. I feel like my bones are deformed. Grabbed my stuff in search of another spot with my eyes half opened and crashed at the tourist info's lounge. Got to sleep for three hours before I checked in. Explored the transit area but wasn't extremely impressed. The theater and sunflower garden was nice though.

Boarded the plane soon after and was knocked out before take off. Phew, that marks the end of my physically exhausting yet mentally refreshing journey! Taking a mini trip did me good. I'm moving forward yo; me and my happy soul :')