It was 4 hours after midnight. I was on an early flight back to Cebu, following a solo trip in Singapore. Like most of my solitary moments, a universe of ideas and a sequence of memories were filling my head. I was imagining of heart-pumping thrills, picture-perfect hikes and meeting strangers in a foreign land.  What’s more, I was planning on creating something unique and remarkable that might change my life’s direction.  But, as wondrous as those thoughts were, I felt like I had to sleep and take a breather. After all, I barely had any sleep, for the past 72 hours, exploring the Lion City at night and attending…