Eureka!

I realise that I get epiphanies at the weirdest places and at the oddest times. So there I was, drifting in and out of conciousness on Bus 80 on the way home from Bugis. It was crowded, packed so much that people were standing 2 to an aisle. There was this weird smell in the air - you know, that sourish smell you only smell on buses. I knew I shouldn't be sleeping, cos I would risk resting my head on the shoulder of the Uncle next to me - but as I'm sure all of you have experienced before, you just can't help it.

So in and out I went. Noticed the cute chick standing next to me. Knew I should wake up and give her a smile but no - black again. I was fighting a losing battle with Sleep. "Can't miss my stop!" I told myself. But...

Black.

Somehow I started thinking in this state of semi-conciousness. The result? The posts that will follow this one. I realise that not only am i most philosophical when I'm half-asleep, being grouchy, depressed or intoxicated also spur me to think about things. Wonder if this happens to anyone else? That when one's mind is muddled, one thinks clearer?

Hmm...