I just woke up from my sleep. Isnt it like 16 hours of sleep? Except for the occassional toilet trip, that I made because of my upset stomach. I have diarrhoea! It is draining away my energy! Must be those damn Malaysian food. I should have seen it coming, since my shit is like super watery since yesterday morning. Not to mention, that I put on a revolting kilo since I left Singapore for the youth camp.
God, I adore eating. I mean eating anywhere is great- but the advantages of doing it abroad are:
1. You can eat the country's cultural food you can't eat in Singapore.
2. You can name-drop when you get back home when you talk to your cool friends. ('Actually, I ate pasta at an alfresco outlet in Italy before')
3. Foreign food doesn't count, so you can eat as much as you like without getting fat.
Ok, I know that last one isnt entirely true.
Also, foreign money feels fake to me. Somewhere in my head I know that Malaysian Ringgit are proper money, with a real value. But I mean look at them. I just can't take them seriously. I've got a whole wodge of them in my wallet, and I feel as though I'm carrying around the bank from a Monopoly. It's like playing shop. 100 ringgit sounds a lot- but then "a million lire" sounds a lot too doesn't it? And that's only like S$100.
Okie, got to get up and carry on with my activity for the day.