This hotel is AMAZING. Room was big, en suite, mini bar, big TV, hot shower. Theres also pools and saunas but I arrived too late to use them :(. Insanely posh..I've just come from the jungle..what is this?!! Theres a western toilet as well, which flushes by itself! I no longer have to pour water down it to flush it.
Wow:
I went a bit crazy and had an ice cold beer from the mini bar. It was SO GOOD.
This was my reaction to my hotel room:
Arrived in Singapore. Hostel is alright, I feel so out of place though! So many pretty people with nice clothes. I don't have nice clothes..I have work clothes, jungle clothes. I would like to buy nice clothes but unfortunately do not have much room in my bag. I explored a bit today, got a camera cable, had lunch. There are so many vegetarian restaurants! Amazing!!
It can get pretty lonely eating by yourself though..I do kinda wish I was travelling with someone. I miss everyone on the volunteer program.
I feel strange. I have not slept properly in 2 days. I've gone past the point of tiredness and fallen onto the otherside. My brain is buzzing. I was just in the internet cafe wasting time. I stared at that screen for too long. My vision has moments of blurryness. I think I know what it is I have. Angered brain syndrome. After 3 attempts (very long attempts) to upload my photos, each time it said 'Upload failed!'. Each time I saw this message pop up like a very unwanted large insect residing at the end of your mosquito net, only to be poisoned by the chemicals impregnating the net. I almost felt this small tumour growing.
With every flash of the sign my eye twitched that little bit crazier. Of course, in my state of lack of sleep, and from the copious amounts of fried vegetarian delights I have thrown down the hatch today, I am physically unable to act out in anger at the computer. Instead I stared intensely at the screen, I couldn't look anywhere else, dizzy dehydration spells kick in. I twisted in my chair a little. Chair. Theres a word I haven't used in a while. Chair. How I have missed chairs, like proper chairs, comfy chairs. Not a bench fashioned out of wood put together by inexperienced volunteers (it was good though, you know, as good as a wooden bench gets!). Chair and mattress. My body will no longer wake up numb. I will no longer forget I am actually sitting down as my arse will now have feeling. Although I won't speak too soon. This angered/tired brain syndrome seems to be spreading to the rest of my body.
I am here alone. Why am I alone? Why have I done this to myself? Am I brave or just really stupid? I mean this is ME, I'm so incapable on my own!
Hold up, a very 'dishy' guy just walked in. I love that word, dishy. Reminds me of my mum as its the sort of embarassing word she would use. Like 'yonks'.
He is tall and blonde, yup. I want to look up again but my current state renders this idea unsuccessful. My neck hurts. I want cheese puffs. Like a massive pack of them. Of course they would have to have a very overexaggerated description on the back. Just like 'tango' wafers. I will write out what it says on the back of Tiramisu flavour. Ahem.
'Let Tiramisu, transformed into appertising crispy wafers, indulge you just like the Duke of Florence from Italy. Imagine you have white wings and are floating on a fluffy cloud. You are in heaven, and heaven is in your mouth.'
See that, that is brilliant. Never mind the bad grammar and total lack of any sense, the guy who makes those up has an awesome job. Quite jealous.
I need sleep. My body needs to stop but I just keep writing. My neck really aches. Feel rather weak, tempted to just fall back and lay on my bed and-(at this point I had actually falled back on my bed while still holding the pen, so there is a line down the rest of the page.)
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