home! home at last!

can i just say ... it's odd. i saw more people wearing masks in sars-free japan than here in singapore. seriously, it's just business as usual in singapore. see a sale sign and everyone goes running toward the bargain racks. well, all the skinny people anyway.

it's so lovely to be home. the parents are being particularly solicitous ... i think they are worried that i am really depressed ... which i don't think i am. i'm just glad to be home, drink mom soup and eating mom food. eating noodles. and of course, having my morning coffee soirees with my pops at andrew's.

let me explain about andrew. it is not his real name, of course. we don't know what his real name is. but in singapore, you have these huge open air markets called wet markets. half of it is all fresh foods -- you can get your cows freshly whacked or a papaya for like 50 cents. warm fresh beef doesn't do it for me, but the papaya and fresh odd tropical fruits do. anyways, on the other side of the wet market you have the food stalls. everyone gets there 9 square feet of space to do with as you please, and everyone's got their own kind of singaporean/asian cuisine. the one near my parents' place is called the gim moh market and so we went there this morning. there is this one coffee stall -- the old guy who runs it makes AWESOME coffee. he just pours water over a mesh filter and wah lah -- instant jolt of caffeine. i like mine on ice with carnation milk -- it is so good. all for the basement bargain price of 60 sing cents ... which is approximately 40 us cents. i hate starbucks.

and then we had this ... indian stuff my sister introduced me to. i forget what it's called, but it's far too much fat in the morning. it's like a fried dough cake and you dip it in fish curry. sick. but SO FREAKING GOOD.

anyways, that's life in singapore. it was worth the flight. it's nice to feel safe and loved and cared for ... and not have to do anything. or avoid doing anything really, since i did bring work with me.

another thing that i find odd... i mean, i really started this blog really as an outlet for mental upchuck. but now all these people i know and love have found my mental upchuck and i wonder how that's come to be. and then i start to get paranoid that "blah" is going to find it and hate me even more. to the people -- i have nothing brilliant to say. i am not as left field as mary, nor am i as witty as peter. this blog is what it's called: mental upchuck, or as i tell my kids ... verbal diarrhea. oh yes.

although, i do have to say ... it's kind of funny that people read what i write. flattering even.

ooh, another singapore oddity: mtv out here is totally different. they have this one show called tokyo seoul express -- for all the jpop and kpop icons out there. why can't asian people get haircuts?