Warm but not friendly is how I remember this place. Warm as in weather, unfriendly as in people. But then again, the last time I was here I probably spewed out black vibes enough to scare the most well meaning folk. This time will probably be a lot different. The problem with me in new places is that I hate being a “tourist”. I’ve rarely been one lately even though I travel so much. I’ve tended to live in places rather than visit them and in that sense I feel like I’ve had a better understanding of a city/country/people than an ordinary tourist. This repulsion I have for touristy activities must be stopped because it’s really very counter productive. I mean I have no interest in going out and doing stuff (i.e. seeing Singapore) and instead I’m sitting here typing. Gah. I suck, no? Well, in my defense, I’m ultra tired this morning on a/c of not getting enough sleep, flying four hours and then not sleeping well again. All I want to do today is go down to the pool and I told my dad we could do the night safari thing tonight. He wanted to hire bikes and ride all around the beach today but my aching calves aren’t up for it. Perhaps tomorrow.

Now that I am here, I’m really unsure how to broach (or is it breach?) the topic of Chef with my Dad. Chef;s been calling me for long hours and I’m hoping my Dad kinda gets the idea, you know? But the thing is my father has lately been in his own bubble wrap of a world. I mean when he came to pick me up at the airport, he was on the phone the WHOLE time. He finally said cut the call and said hi to me when we pulled up outside the apartment! But I’ve been subtly hinting that Chef and I are really close and that I might go back to the States in about a year or so. I’m not sure what he thinks of it or perhaps the idea of me with a man SO much older is just something his brain doesn’t compute? Whatever. I’ve decided that this is not a job for me. This is a job for…. Mommy! Ha ha. Yep. I’m passing the buck.

My grandmother is here too and for ONCE in my life she hasn’t looked at me in dismay and said, “Look at you. How THIN you’ve become.” Which of course is completely fatal for me. Despite that, she has been trying to feed me all kinds of food and being immediately offended at my refusal to stuff my not-so-flat-anymore belly with more food. Gah. I blame my jelly belly on those doctors in Canada who took my appendix out. All those years of building muscle GONE in some 5 minutes of laproscopy. I hate doctors. I may as well have a baby now coz that damn thing will pretty much do the same thing.

In other news, I dropped my stupid Motorazor into a glass of ice water the night before the last and killed it. That shitty phone was asking to be murdered, if you want to know the truth. WHoever the fuck designed the software for the motorola phones should be banned. It is the slowest and most braindead phone software I have ever had the displeasure to use. So now my daddy needs to buy me a brand new phone which is very exciting for me. It was either a phone or a Nintendo DS and since I killed the motorazr – it’s gonna be a phone.