| | Such a shame to let this blog die, but what much do I have to say lately... Low Crime Doesn't Mean No Crime I think I must have an aura about me, but I'm not sure what it is exactly. The other day I was sitting at the bus stop on my ownsome, minding my business on the BlackBerry, when a cleancut Chinese fella stopped his car and came up to me, asking me how to get to the "highway." Being more of a bus than driving person in this country, I told him I didn't know, and in fact there are several highways in Singapore, all leading in various directions. I think my spidey sense started to tingle when he asked me where I was from, if I was holidaying in Singapore, and then offered me a ride to wherever I was going (even though he was purportedly lost, otherwise, why ask for directions?). I politely but firmly declined more than once, and gave him my best guess of where he ought to go, to get rid of him. He then proceeded to take out his phone in this rather blase manner, and was all like, ok, so what's your number then... I said, no, I don't think I will give it, and he wheedled, "but how will I contact you if I get lost?" I told him that there would sadly be no way of contacting me, but the best o' luck on your travels. Ick. That just left me feeling all sorts of yuck, and after this guy drove away, another person came up to the bus stop, a big Indian fella, and asked me which bus to take to get where he was going. WTF, twice in five minutes, for realz? This almost has made the best argument for me to consider wearing a wedding ring after all. I do wonder how hot girls must have to deal with this all the time, no wonder they need to have their defenses so high 24/7. Just one simple encounter and I felt like this was just some abduction case waiting to happen. Literacy is Injuring my Marriage J always reads before bed, and I used to always feel a little neglected, as it truly is a luxury to spend the last few minutes of consciousness sharing and rehashing your day with the person you care most about. I've taken to picking up a book myself now, in order to not feel left out, but unfortunately (and I think this is a trait that runs in the family), I can't do anything in halves, in this case just read for five minutes and drift off to sleep. Last night (sunday) I picked up a book at 1am, and didn't put it down until oh... 4am. This whole reading in insane bursts through many hours, night or day, is a bad habit which has caused me to have read about 20 novels in the last two months, and I think J is starting to feel neglected himself. I'm addicted, and I think I must practice illiteracy for a while! An Abundance of Ice in Singapore? I wouldn't have guessed that it could happen outside of Edmonton, but ice has caused a major problem for me in Singapore. That is to say, our fridge has been misbehaving these last few months, and has been diagnosed as the formation of a substantial iceberg at the back of the freezer, causing the sea levels to rise, flooding our fridge. Three hours were spent on Saturday morning defrosting the freezer, and the rest of Saturday was spent eating the remainders of the fridge. Spring cleaning using the stomach I suppose you could call it. Home is Where the Heart Is I've been thinking a lot about home these days, wondering how Connie and Andy are doing with their new babe, wishing I could be there with them/for them. Yesterday I tried booking my ticket home, but the promo prices haven't even been released for August yet, so I'll have to try again next month. I'm trying to think of what I'd like to bring back. I'd love to bring a couple cans of rambutan stuffed with pineapple, but I wonder whether Canada customs would let me though and whether lugging massive cans across three legs of flight and 24 hours of travel would be the wisest of ideas. Regardless, I can't wait till my next visit! As you can see, nothing of great importance has much been on my mind worthy enough to spin out longer stories, but life is otherwise humming along. |
