"we talk too much"

my first full week in spore of the new year and i've only just come
back on the fitness trail.  it's probably a perfect correlation between
exercising and my personal elaborations of the mundane because most of
this material is conjured up whilst non-sexual panting and sweating. 
And so during todays sweat dripping
look-right-look-left-before-crossing-the-street jog, i ran across a
narrow 2 lane street, no cars
in site for 1000 meters in both directions, sprinting past a crowd of 4
local singaporeans obediently pushing the "cross the street" button,
waiting for that flickering red don't-cross palm to turn green.  talk
about a sterile society. an obedient race.  a masses lacking
personality.  serious mental communism.

in other news. i'm off to jakarta tomorrow. and AUSTRALIA FEB 1st.  Sydney 1-4, Melbourne 3-5.  woot woot!

i had lunch with a rockstar.  caught up on 3 weeks worth of gossip. 
essentially a sex in the city lunch, sans the mimosa, the manolo
blanicks and 15 dollar orange juice.  nasi padang instead!



u know, i do like nasi padang, but the whole concept of eating food at room temperature kills me...
u ever notice that the silverware in 3rd world countries just feel 10x lighter/cheaper...



just to summarize what happened last night...go go gadget jenn!!