I slept early last night. There were half a dozen guys smoking shisha outside my room. There were sudden roars of victory, mesti ada bola. I heard cars whizzing in and out of the hostel block. Motorcyles buzzed like a drunk Buzz Lightyear. My Cambodian roommate was trimming his beard. This is why I don't usually sleep early. There's usually so many distractions. So much buzz going around me that sleeping amidst it all is like eating salad at Gerai Nasi Lemak Malinja.
But I managed to sleep anyway.
I woke up early in the morning listening to whizzing sound of my own breath. It was so darn quiet. So quiet that even my close to perfection technique to let out intestinal gas sounded like a classic Ford exhaust pipe. Brap pap pap pah~
Damn. I thought I'm Einstein at this!
Then I realized something. Today is Saturday. Oh dang.
How come nobody told me today cuti? Babi.