A long way to get before I get back home.

I love it when songs creep up on me and the lyrics sum up my life in 3 minutes. And, Bob Schneider seems to have a way with it. I'm beginning to think he may be following me around - behind that bush! No, that's not him. Anyway, the man better cough up some royalties because he got me again today.

I've got so much to put down before that's all she wrote
I've got so much to give, for my heart ain't so broke
I've got to find myself before i can ever be alone
Ive got a long way to get before i get back home
-Long Way to Get

I happened to be listening to Ryan Adams 'New York' just before this and I could have broken down in tears. I'm not homesick. I really feel like New York and I broke up. NY was formidable for me in ways I didn't realize at the time, and it's hard for me to even formulate words to explain. But, it's like no where else and nothing compares. NYC is the place that everything going forward is measured against. Unfortunately. What am I doing here?

This past weekend, I was here for the sole purpose of stumbling upon this Japanese invention.

Sigh. For real? Come on... It's amazing how hindering it can be to have so many thoughts in your head about this all at once.

I hit up Hong Kong at the end of this week- you have no idea how excited I am to blow this popsicle stand, even for less than a week. I am just ready for some soup dumplings, a salad, a night out with friends and slightly cooler weather.

I don't know what it is. I'm not sure if it was the influence of NYC having been dormant and it's finally waking up. Or if the style is just different here... But, I want to be the type of person who shows up in Sartorialist. No, I take that back. I don't want to show up in it, I just want to have an outstanding style like that. That's all.

I would love a pair of shoes from here...

http://www.rosamosa.com/women.htm

Just saying...

According to the International Bottled Water Association, I need to drink 131 ounces of water per day. Really? I think I might need to be hooked up to an IV.

St. Patrick's Day in Singapore, actually

St. Patrick's Day in Singapore, actually
Originally uploaded by amyisgone

I don't know how or why, but this photo describes my St. Patrick's Day experience here in Singapore.

I'm still trying to figure out the Star Wars - St. Patrick's Day connection. I'll let you know if I ever figure it out.

I think it's lost in translation, though.

I'm listening to Tom Waits (Time) at the moment, and it is the first time I have ever mistaken him for Bob Schneider. I have always swore they have such separate and distinct voices despite the comparisons to each other.

Things I need to do in my next (country and city of) residence:
- Make my own bread
- Bake and cook more, altogether
- Go to shows (live music)
- Run around lakes, along rivers, through parks
- Buy as much as I can in green-farmers (term depending on the region) markets

There are a tremendous amount of things I miss about home, but don't get me wrong, I'm not homesick. Yet. My days are somehow full and I never have enough time to sleep anywhere close to 8 hours, so I am doing something. I just need to find a whole new set of little things that make me happy when I need a little pick-me-up. Aka, the apple tart pastry from Bread Alone. I really have a crush on that pastry.

Thursday night I hopped in a cab, told the 70 year old man where I needed to go. Then the cabbie starts...

Where are you from?

I'm from the US.

Ah, are you going home to your husband? Are you married?

No, no...I'm not married.

What? You should be married. Why aren't you married?

Ah, I move a lot. And everyone in Singapore is already married. So, there's no one left to marry.

You should have friends then. It's ok to have friends. You can be friends with married people.

(Laugh) Yeah, yeah...

My name is Johnny. I am married. I will be your friend.

(Laugh) Uh, Yeah...

Yes, you can call me and say "Hi Johnny, I am not busy you can be my friend and I will come over.

(Laugh, a little bewildered, a little awkward, what does one say to that...?)

So, that was my night...getting hit on by a very very very old man. This is my life. Geez.

I don't think frog and toad are friends anymore. Frog was hanging out outside my flat...alone...

Mr. Frog
Originally uploaded by amyisgone

This was a pic of him, waiting? Hanging out? Not quite sure.