Kinda Sexy.

I am still reeling from the four days spent in the Singaporean wilderness. Breaking from the concrete landscape that is the definition of our country into a tiny corner of Singapore that's mostly foliage or dirt, complemented by clear skies dotted by stars as far as the eye can see. It's hard not to miss the wilderness.

However trips to the wilderness are usually accompanied by bouts of extreme physical labour, poor nutrition and broken up sleep patterns-a complete lack of sleep for some.

I imagine that smokers must get the same heady sensation that I associate with heading outfield, albeit on a much lesser scale and in a much shorter time frame. The mixture of pleasure and feeling shite, together with the physical withdrawal and yearning for the next destructive high. I mean, right now I can't really get to sleep properly, even though I'm tired out of my brains but I can just feel the memory of the last outfield teasing me, like sexy, sexy, smoke teasing itself all the way into the pleasure centers.

Can't wait for next outfield.