I have to admit, I was surprised when, on my first night in Singapore, the doorbell rang. Well, it's not for me, I thought. But it rang and rang and rang, so finally I answered it. It was McDonalds. "Uhhhh, just one sec," I said. I banged on my flat mate's door. Here you call it flat mate. If you tell someone you have a room mate, they look at you sideways, like when I make a funny noise and my dog Carmela gives me the cervical lateral flexion question mark. "You can't even afford your own room, what?"
She looked at me and smiled. And said, "I'll get you the number for delivery." There are two 24 hour McDonalds within 3 minutes walking in either direction of my apartment. I live above a food court replete with chicken rice, chaw siew pork, lak sa, and about a million other tasty items. I live smack dab next door to the grocery store! But I'm a bit tired of it all. Eating a lot of subway. Having mickey D's snacks more than average america. Gross! Can't conceive of cooking for myself. Honestly cannot conceive of it. And it used to be what defined me. So I think that part of me is sleeping. And it's sad. But what to do lah?
Yesterday I got body slammed walking across an open court yard. This is a society overtaken with iPads and iPhones and earphones, etc. Here's the thing. If I'm walking down a path which is much longer than it is wide, I believe I have the right to walk in a straight line without getting nailed. Not so. I saw this couple coming. Number one. No one looks around before they move. It's just a la-la land of, move in whichever direction you want and endure the consequences. So I saw this couple coming. I was straight, and they were coming at me seventy degrees on my left. She was on the left of her beau, her view of me totally blocked. But I didn't changed my pace. Cuz I'm going straight. I missed him by a step, and she plowed into me. Let me just say, this was not a crowded sidewalk. "Watch where you're going," I wanted to sneer. "Whoopsies," was all I could muster.
I would say I've had subways down since my first jaunt around boston when I was 15, with my dad. I led the way the whole time. Jumped on the MRT with my friend, and shuffled my way to the middle. "we're getting off soon," he said, in a 'don't go too far manner.' I obediently returned and glanced up to the MRT map. "WE'RE ON THE WRONG TRAIN!!!" I screeched. I launched into him and knocked him through the doors, and made it through myself just as the doors missed closing in on my shoulders. The train made it's way off into the distance, as he said, "That. Was not the wrong train."
The job. The job is going great. First month yielded great results. Joined BNI (business networking international). Doing lots of talks and screenings around Singapore, and you all know how much I love public speaking. You know some people would rather die than public speak? And I'm one of them. But what I love more is pushing myself past my comfort zone. And realizing that I'm still alive. It's like breathing fresh air.
To end. Most of my titles of all of my blogs are just songs in my iTunes library which fit. But if you're keen, you already knew that.
