Hello. 

Life's here pretty bland and unpleasant. Whenever I look through photos of people having fun back in Singapore without me, I can't deny that this unpleasant feeling of envy. Yesterday I popped into a clothing store and browsed around and this friendly gay salesperson (I had good reason to say he was so), asked me how I was. I said I was fine. Now, note that when I shop I don't like salespeople swarming over me, telling me what is fashionable and what they want to get rid of ("It's on sale!"). When I shop I'd like to do it with someone I know, or otherwise by myself. Plus I'm pretty self-conscious about my voice and how it sounds here, which is a pretty big blow to me because I have always considered my voice to be the best thing about me, so I suppose I have totally nothing going for me here on this continent. Anyway, after a moment of silence, during which awkwardness is allowed to hang in the air, he speaks, and asks me if I am on a date that night. I wanted to laugh, while he kept asking me if I was sure. I think that was his way of being friendly but honestly I suppose it was kind of a shock to me. I'm definitely not the kind of person who would tell her life story to random salespeople who probably just act like they care. I shook my head, and after he went away I exited the store.

I think this anecdote shows a fine job of how sad my life is here, but I shall not go into that. The second thing is that I have no idea how I can enjoy shopping here. While it seemed perfectly alright to not talk to salespeople in Singapore, it now seems awkward.

Now onto something not whiny.

I watched two movies on TV I really liked this week. 

The first is Empire of the Wolves, which is basically about a woman who's memory is fading fast, and discovers that she is not who she thinks she is, and neither is her husband of eight years. Also, a detective works on a case involving the murders of women, who were severely mutilated after being killed. The storylines run in parallel at first. For the first half hour I thought it was a psychological thriller, but it turned out to be more of action. I really enjoyed it, and was dismayed to see that many gave it pretty low ratings, though some did really love it. I suppose it's the kind of thing you either love or hate. I love this, also because it's in french, I love how the language sounds. I think Arly Jover's performance was outstanding. The scene in which she flees her "husband", scared and frantic in her underwear and a stolen coat flapping in the wind was epic.

The second is the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I'd tell you what it's about, but then you probably already know. I think it's my favourite Walt Disney classic cartoon movie so far. If you haven't already watched it, you should.

:) Bye!