a weekend in spore

i've been flying every weekend that i can't remember the last time i was alone in singapore on a weekend.  and waking up with alcohol breath on a saturday morning in sunny and humid singapore, at first, struck me as quite depressing.  without the frantic scramble of running to the airport on 2 hours slumber, i felt like there was  nothing to do.  so i routinely went for a morning run, lounged around my living room chatting with workaholic ship owners, restlessly shifting from corner to corner in my apartment in order to get decent wireless strength from my neighbors linksys network.  by noon, i was starving and hoping that someone would reply my mass sms' for lunch/movie or both.  it wasn't until close to 2 when they rescued me.  after chicken rice, they went shopping for gear for their "couples trip to the maldives" which they fleetingly asked me if there was interest.  the last time i went on a couple getaway, i found myself  @ 22 yrs old, in freeport bahamas, with one significant other thinking it would be a spring break rendez vous, and when the reality of true quiet couple getaway sank it, it depressed me.