There's "Sleepless in Seattle" and there's "Sleeping in Singapore". Yes, lame comparison since they don't have anything to do with each other.
Whenever I am in Singapore, the one thing that I truly enjoy is the peace and quiet. At night, there is no sound of traffic or of people walking and talking. There is almost complete silence. It's so deathly quiet that sometimes I find it hard to sleep unless I am very tired.
In KL, I hear the occasional cars or motorbikes zipping by. I may even hear the party people (as I like to call them) returning in the wee hours of the morning. Occasionally, if I am not too deeply asleep, I can hear the morning azan in the distance. I've become so accustomed to all of these sounds that, often, I don't even notice them.
It's only when I'm in Singapore that I feel the difference. Even now as I am writing this, there's no sound except for the whirring of the fan. It's almost like I am the only living creature on earth. Of course I'm not since Stephen is in the next room.
How glaring a contrast this is to my usual Monday at work! Some say that "silence is deafening".
I like it. Not everyday but once in a while, I like it.
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