I arrived and ended up running around myself for a few days and even tried to live without internet because I told my brother to cancel the cable that also included the internet when I didn’t know when I would return home. But  now when I finally returned home. PANIC!! NO INTERNET!!


I had to disable internet access from the Singapore handphone a few months ago after it got hacked, and the IT guys found traces of monitoring software (or something like that) from a company called Hacking Team. It made everyone other than me really excited, especially my employer were quite pissed.

My computer is now loaded with a crazy amount of security software and I have been equipped with a more than usual secured phone for my singapore number that I only can install “pre-approved”apps on. Think I am going to mess with the IT dep and ask them to install grindr for me just to see how they are going to react to that ha ha.

Nah I tried quite a lot of dating apps, but meh. I tried Qrushr, Brenda, Grindr, Tindr, Fridae, PinkSofa, OKCupid, Her/Dattch and lots of others in the past. But most didn’t really work for me, although I did get my 5 minutes fame for being the one with the longest lesbian OKCupid profile and even got a marriage proposal from a HK gay guy on Fridae.


Oh actually… Her formerly known as Dattch is getting interesting, just not there yet, but is kind of a Pinterest/Dating/Socializing app that is worth noticing and could be the one that might end up dominating the online lesbian dating scene in a few years time. It is not yet available in Singapore like many other places. My siblings even discussed if we should invest in it, but I ended up being the skeptical one. It is still interesting though.

Anyway, I suddenly had a lot of time to do my writing after I cleaned up the apartment since I could only get WIFI from the pool / recreational area downstairs.

When I came home it had an “odd”, “did someone die in here?” smell that I just needed to get rid of before I could feel comfortable again. Ya, ya. I had a sudden impulse of going cleaning crazy and don’t think that the apartment have been this clean since I moved in.

The smell is gone, or maybe it is just because I emptied a bottle of perfume everywhere that I could think about so any odd smells there might be is getting overpowered by my perfume for now.

Oh yes, my going “cleaning crazy” also had something to do with that I found a dead cockroach in the kitchen that initially had me see scenes from the old movie The Mummy – you know one of these scenes where bugs came running out of every crack in the wall, and well, everywhere!

I ended up writing about 8 pages about the first days/hours in Singapore that I am wondering if I should post or not. Okay maybe I will do after I have edited out the parts that is NSFW or not safe for the world to see at all. You know sometimes I just hit the keyboard without realizing what I am writing and then afterwards wonder what in the world I were thinking about and why I even dared to write these thoughts down at all….

Makes you wonder right??


Oh and who would have expected that I really missed bao so much?? I walked past a stall and then suddenly realized how long it have been since I last had one, so just-had-to-buy-one!

I see food that I need to eat everywhere I look these days.



Just another sunday in Japan

ginza-stationIn the corner near the exit of Ginza station in Tokyo is a small cafe, it opens at 7.30 am in the morning every day, it close at 11 pm Monday to Sunday.

Today Sunday, the cafe was packed as usual, costumers would come in, stand in the queue and wait to place their orders, then hope to find a place to sit, or get their orders as take away and disappear into the busy crowd outside, not to be seen again by the other costumers in the cafe.

This day, a foreigner have been ordering a coffee, 2 sugar cookies and an American brownie, clearly not Japanese, maybe south Asian, maybe Chinese. The cashier had some troubles understanding what she wanted and needed her to point on the menu what she wanted to order and then point to the POS display to get the amount of money for the orders. The girl, 167cm, maybe around 53kgs(I wish!) then moved into the corner of the cafe and sat with her back the street window by herself, alone.

Her wallet at that point consisted of 26,000 yen, 900 usd, 1,400 euro and some change in coins, as well as 3 credit cards a Singaporean MRT fare card, Pink IC stating her as a Singaporean national, spa membership card, SPTCC card for the shanghai metro and a suica card that is to be used for the metro’s in Tokyo area. Simply said, the content of her wallet stated, that she 1) did not live in Tokyo, 2) Travelled quite frequently and 3) had an obsession with metro’s around in the Asian world. Well strike number 3, maybe she just felt it convenient to use metro’s instead of taxi’s. Furthermore, the Gucci wallet also stated that she was not poor, this including the designer jeans and original Rolex that this is one who had a good understanding of what would look good on her.

Sipping at the coffee, she looked around at the crowd. her eye’s maybe lingering a little too long at some other woman’s behind, looking around at the crowd curiously studying the fashion of the other cafe goers, who was sitting in the cafe, talking to their friends and partners, or whoever they happen to be with. She, continued to look around more focusing on the female patrons than the male who were in the cafe – they held no interest to her.

She looked down at herself, smelling a perfume that was lingering around her, it wasn’t hers. She briefly closed her eyes, remembering the face and the body the perfume belonged to. Had she done the right thing, spending the last 2 days with the girl who was supposed to be her guide and PA while she was in Japan? She didn’t really know. Could feel her nipples harden while she was thinking about their kisses and passion. Seeing the image in her mind, she closed her eyes and remembered the conversation they had this morning.

Her PA had left her hotel room this morning, asking if she wanted another PA, or if she should come back Monday morning. The PA looked to be a little shaken by spending two days with her and at both nights ending up in the hotel bed with her client instead of going home to her parents place, as she normally did.

The girl in the cafe – me. opened her eyes, taking another sip at the coffee and thought back to the SMS that the PA send her, after she left. “Please don’t call me today as I will need to be with my parents and my friend. I am afraid that if you call me, then I will come to you again.”. gently making a small “sigh”, and thinking back to ..….(HER, Miss S.) in Singapore. “why is it that my life is always so complicated”, “”why do I always overcomplicate things?””, “is it myself who create it like this, or am I just a simple victim of circumstances?”.

The cookies were almost gone, brownie was half eaten, and still half a coffee left. She looked around. Looked into a girls eyes, who were looking at her. “Does she know I am gay?”, the girl looked away uninterested, straight. too bad.

She looked at her notebook and her voice recorder. The interview with Alural Vampires on Saturday have been quite okay, a strange band, a strange concept, but at least the Goth girl/vampire girl looked to be interesting and surprisingly pleasant to talk to – too bad the bands agent was a pain in the neck.

The girl packed her things into her Rebecca Minkoff handbag, notebook, wallet, cell phone and pen as well. Drank the rest of the coffee and headed out of the cafe, out to the rest of the world, leaving the half eaten brownie all alone on the cafe table.

The table would not be empty for long. staff cleaned up the table efficiently, and a new couple filled up the seats in the corner. Not thinking about who have been sitting there before them, not thinking about what she had been doing there or who she was. But just happy that they could get the corner seats all to themselves.