Bliss is...

Freezing weather, cobblestone streets, industrial madness, a thriving alternative vibe and disused bomb shelters that double as concert venues.

Beer, burlesque and brötche ain't bad either.

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18 minutes till this obsessive rort masquerading as internet connection runs out. So, enough time for a story or two or at least the first part of the ongoing multi-part-saga-esque Korean cyborg docu-drama.

Spent three lovely but unexpected days in SG with some old friends. Astro turf, monkeys and tigers proved the highlights, along with Mr Mok, Mr Lau and neverending vats of hawker awesomeness. :)

That being said...

If I never again enter Changi aiport,I will die happy. Knowing all the Qantas ground staff by first name is a bizarrely disconcerting experience. So farewell Sherwin, Jean, Clint, Amy and Jo, well, you can go f*ck yourself. :P Remember, stand-by can be fun kids.

Did manage to pick up a couple of new transit buddies in the waiting pen, although if you'd said to me five days ago I would be sharing a hotel room with two boys whilst laid over in Singapore en-route to Europe, I probably would have told you to get your head read, :). Very fun, random times.

Speed of this blogging caper is unfortunately relative to time remaining, which has now exhausted, so stay tuned in kidlets for episode two - the arrival.

Happiness is...

Magazines at Changi Airport informing me about 'Escapism' and instructing me to 'live your fantasy'.

That and free wireless internet.

More words and possibly pictures coming as soon as superbitchcheckinchickladyfromhell either boards me or bumps me from this next leg. :)

Exit Music

And so it begins.

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