Story of "Travelling alone: Singapore!"

I'm an introvert yet admit that without people this life will be sucks yet people sucks more haha. This is about the unexpected persons who I met when I was in Singapore. Like it or not, these people did color my days there.

The first stranger I met succeed frightened me about being alone in a country of others. Thought he's a Malaysian but it turns out he's an Indian (he's white!). He said hello in Batam Center and sat next to me on the ferry. Scared me when he asked whether I do exercise or not because I look slim then started to seduce me by saying I like your eyes, you're beautiful, and bla bla. Thank God I through the immigration before him so I took quick steps and drown myself between racks in the very first store I met.

The next day, on my way to Little India, someone stopped me in front of a mall and asked me to fulfill a survey. I wanted to laugh, also wondered what world was trying to show me since the survey is about "The Mother God". The day before, someone posted a video on his instagram story, asking when I will move to Islam. Maybe the world wants to tease my determination to be an agnostic hahaha. Ah, this Mother God is a church who believes that if we have Heavenly Father then we should have a Heavenly Mother too. Cute, isn't it? The lady asked how long I will be in Singapore, when I will leave, and for sure, do I have time tomorrow to join the class and learn about The Mother God. My answer is no of course.

After strolling around Little India, I went to Bugis St., looking for City Tours, the travel agent that holds my night tour. I booked it online so I have to go to their office first. Pity me because no City Tours in Bugis on Google maps (yes, I rely myself on that thing while in Singapore) (that's why I survived). You know how tiring it is when you have to stroll around in a massive area yet you can't enjoy it because you're looking for something. Mbak. Someone smiled at me when he passed. I smiled back and became happy. Happy because I feel like I'm not alone. There is someone who knows that I'm his sister from the same motherland. That happiness lasts until I checked in to another hotel for that night. I was about to take a shower when a group coming in. Had shower then realize they are citizen of Pontianak too. Damn! Started to hate people again. I mean, why do I have to meet someone who has big chance I will meet again? Or perhaps an acquaintance of one of my friend? Can't I just be with a real stranger?? In fact, I was wearing a dress without bra, something that I won't do if I were in Pontianak. Oh geez! If someday one of you (Galaxy Pod's Indonesian guesses on December 1st, 2017) read this, please take my apology for being indifferent. I did it on purpose. I didn't want to ruin my vacation. You all won't, for sure, it's just me. I emphasize here, I hate people.

It almost midnight when I met another stranger. I was walking on the riverside, heading (and looking) for 1 Altitude, a rooftop bar. He said that he went back and forth near me to get my attention which failed because I put my focus on my Google maps. He offered me a drink, can't, wanna go to a bar with a rooftop view, asked to join me, yes, you may. But, surprise!, the queue for 1 Altitude was long. Looooong. So instead of waiting in a long line, I went with him to the nearest bar. He is a Japanese, works for an international bank, ever went to 30 something countries including Indonesia. Do you ever live outside Indonesia? Your english is good. Such a relieve heard him said so because it's hard for me to understand english spoken by the Chinese (except Xiaoran, the woman who introduced me to The Mother God) and Indian there. He is a nice person :) someone who makes me have a real talk when I was in Singapore.

Then, on my last day in Singapore, I met an Indonesian. I was wandering in Harbourfront then a guy approached ATM di mana ya? Another man recognize I'm Indonesian! He is from Batam, work in Singapore. Though we have the same mother language and had breakfast together, I don't think I had a real talk that morning. I was really tired. Even he offered me his shoulder when we're on boat, said kepala kamu terombang-ambing hahaha made me wonder am I that helpless when sleeping cause the Indian guy offered me the same.

As conclusion,

I (still) hate people.

No, I don't hate you.

It's people.

Thank you to you all, by the way.

And to You too for sure :)

Cheers!