Singapore Mornings

It's 6:36am and I am in Singapore. Everything seems familiar yet a lot smaller. The furniture especially. The countertops seem lower, so does my desks, and of course, the shower head is too easily within reach. Even my bathroom shadow (think Mickey Mouse with horizontal ears) on the ugly brown floral tiles, seems shorter. I guess I have been in supersized America for far too long.

The air is humid, even at this time; it lacks the crisp dry coolness of Calgary's mornings where I wake up with a dry throat, dry eyes, dry hands, dry everything. My skin is retaining its suppleness (ahh.. youth) and pimple potential in this humidity.

It's interesting to be back after so long, 2 years to be precise. I am easily impressed! My HDB has lifts on every floor. H1N1 is a constant topic (argh) and laminated pictures of me at graduations litter the house (argh X2). It is weird for I never got to printing out my own pictures and only scanned through them with minimal effort to pick out decent facebook pictures.

I'm surprised that the mornings are so quiet in Singapore. I remember them to be a lot noisier and busier. It's 7:14am and school assembly should be starting soon.