Yeah, I’m still here.
What’s happened recently?
- Lots of eating. Catching up on the local dishes I’ve missed for years, like nasi briyani, nasi goreng, roti prata. Interesting – it’s been mostly Indian and Malay food I’ve missed out on the previous years I’ve been back. Anyway, I’m somewhat obsessed with the lime juice at the Kopitiam near my place – it’s the best in the country, it really is. I’m also nuts about the nasi lemak stall there. Pls to give me more fried chicken wings??
- Another visit to CUT hellz yeah. (You can read last year’s reviews HERE and HERE.) They have new cocktails. The Fragrant Pear is my new favorite. Sam the waiter is adorable. He provided a constant stream of pretzel rolls and I totally forgot to ask if we could get some to go! (Yeah, they’re that good!) I don’t know if I wanna write a proper review of our dining experience this time. They haven’t really changed the menu since last year, which kinda sucks.
- Kevin Spacey Day. My girlfriend and I saw Richard III. It wasn’t stupendous, but it was good. (I started to nod off during Clarence’s monologue. Sorry – the acting was terrible. And the guy who played Richmond is totally hot, but dude, but take a class, m’kay?) Kevin Spacey didn’t really enunciate when he shouted, so I couldn’t understand half of what he said during the angry tirades.
- RAIN. STOP RAINING.
- Exchange between my friend and me: “You don’t like my ‘American sass’?” “At least you’re attractive! I can tolerate it!” You know how they say, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do”? FUCK THAT. I’m not American enough to be American, and I’m too American to be Singaporean, so my American sass and sensibility are here to stay – I’m not changing a thing. That means going out bra-less (my BFF sent me this great text: “Aunty looking at your nipples”) and wearing Chanel, Hermès and Louboutin on the MRT. If I go to a show at the Esplanade, I will dress up. No, I will not go with the flow; no, I will not tone down my accent so that you can understand me; and no, I will not keep quiet when somebody pisses me off or when service is terrible.
- Making a few changes. Okay, the only thing I have to change is my spelling. It’s t-h-e-a-t-R-e, Jenna. Get with the program – I mean, programme.
Shit. - Getting the hell outta Dodge. As if Singapore isn’t far enough. I’ll be spending most of December out of town. There’s Spain, then a tiny island near Phuket (that won’t be named until I’m back with pictures), and then Osaka, and I can’t figure out where to squeeze Bali in. Probably a weekend in January.
- BFF-loving. Holy crap have I missed my friends. I don’t have that many (quality over quantity), but do I love them like crazy. I’m slowly introducing them to each other, which is really funny because they’re all SO. DIFFERENT.
- Missing the US. Sigh. I don’t wanna talk about it.
So yeah, that’s about it. The final step to my Singaporean-izing myself (the drop of the guillotine, so to speak – watch “Braveheart” sometime) is getting a phone. And I’ve been putting it off and putting it off. My prepaid phone card is my tether to my American life, the only thing that’s temporary, the last remaining door. Once that’s gone… Well, then all of this *gestures to the walls of the flat* is permanent.
Here’s a photo taken from a recent photoshoot. Because at the age of 27, my body is still mutha-bleedin’ hawt.
And in keeping with the process of getting a new life, I’ve been considering changing my blog and getting a .com. It’s kinda dumb because I’ve been too busy lately to blog anyway and I don’t even really update my current Facebook page, so I’d be wasting money that could be better spent on nasi lemak and lime juice.
