I truly am learning how to truly live in Seattle.

I found out today that:
- Normal detergent does not belong in a dishwasher. It belongs to the sink. If not you have your own foam party.

Sadly, said foam party today had no bikini-clad chicks to make the clean up op bearable, hur hur.

- My dryer only operates on a half load, so I have to spend a full dollar.

If not, the towels smell funny.

- I need a car here, or a mental map of the buses. It's damn hard to get your lazy ass out when you're carless and hence, immensely limited with what you can and can't do.

- I think I shall consciously forgo the clubbing party tonight. Partly because I don't know enough people to make it fun, and partly because I know I won't be missed.

And at this bizarre juncture, let me say:



I miss the Singapore clubs, not because the music is any better or the atmosphere better or what, but because of you guys. I miss you all, my clubbing khakis, and the lady in red who I haven't stopped dancing with ever since. Miss you all quite badly, because the weather and home may be different, but this heart is still the same.

Excelsior, folks. Love you all.