A Day In the Life: Koreans, Ang Mo, and the Chinese Edward Cullen

My friend, housemate, and (formerly) my only blog-follower, Jennani, suggested that I record some of my average-odd life moments from Singapore (like my misadventures from Texas). Here are some from last week:

Sunday:
Spent 3 hours learning dance moves to Korean worship song. Discovered I cannot dance and have absolutely no rhythm. However, I did achieve maximum level of abdominal fitness, as I could not turn to one side for the remainder of the day.

Monday:
Took Korean tourists to the zoo where we were dive-bombed by bats, learned how to say Hippo in Korean (HAMA!), and attempted to convince other ang mo* tourists that I am actually a pale Korean.

Tuesday:
Discovered that some of my friends and coworkers have been playing a game that we shall call “Get the Ang Mo to Eat Weird Stuff!” (With me being the "ang mo") Evidently it is a source of great amusement to many. Thus far, my pastor is in the lead with chicken feet.

Wednesday:
Was followed and then chased down by a man on a motorbike who asked me for directions to Clementi MRT and if he could “know me better.” Laughed then panicked, ran away and hid.

Thursday:
Spent ten minutes searching for a mug for my tea and found one wrapped in an inch of saran-wrap in office pantry. One hour later discovered it said: “Shania Twain Come on Over Sembawang” on the side. Have decided I will use this mug for the remainder of the year.

Friday:
Was made aware of the fact that I make odd sounds from time to time, by my co-worker who has taken it upon himself to mimic these sounds for five minutes after each one…and sometimes combines them all for an awesome symphony of awkwardness. (Note: said co-worker is more than twice my age)

Saturday:
Got the ‘Edward-Cullen-in-biology-lab’ stare down (for anyone who’s seen the timeless and extremely edifying film, Twilight) for five minutes from an old Chinese man who was sitting next to me on the MRT. It was every bit as uncomfortable as I’d imagined. Debated whether he thought I smelled good or wanted me dead.

Exhibit A: Edward Cullen Stare