So today I went out for a walk around Botanic Gardens with a friend. We didn’t get our heart rate up at all because we saw so many interesting things to stop and gaulk at and take pictures of but we worked up quite a sweat. That doesn’t take long in Singapore. Usually within about 2 minutes from the time I leave my front door I’m already feeling the sweat drops trickling down my back. Sweat = foreshadowing.
I walked over to the US Embassy when we finished our walk. I had to pick up Tommy’s passport that we left for them to add pages to. I gave the lady my passport to prove who I was so I could pick up Tommy’s. She held mine up, looked at me and my passport several times and asked “Is this really you?”. She didn’t believe that I was the same person as the skinny chic with cute hair in my passport photo. “Is this really you?” = foreshadowing.
I bussed and walked from the Embassy to a friends house to hang out for a little while and eat lunch. Jennifer, thanks for letting me in your door today. Only a true friend would do that given the way I looked and probably smelled. Given the way I looked = foreshadowing.
I needed ice cream (yes, needed!) and some vegies to complete my dinner menu. As I walked to the nearby Cold Storage (grocery store), I passed a lady wearing a Texas A&M shirt. I had to ask if she was from Texas or if she just had a kid in Texas. Turns out she has a child at A&M and moved here from the Dallas area. And she lives in our same complex. We exchanged info cards because neither of us wanted to pass up the opportunity to get to know a fellow Texan (even though she’s not originally from Texas). I was impressed that she gave me the time of day. Yes, foreshadowing once again.
I’ll show you why.
Are you ready?
It’s pretty scary.
I promise.
Because I looked like this!
Oh my!!
This is what I look like most days in Singapore. Usually I have some make up on. At least when I start out. But today there was no point since I started out planning to sweat and I really did plan on wearing sunglasses most of the time. I really shouldn’t have gone anywhere else, though. I think I had to have scared a few people. Looking back, I didn’t experience any of the typical sidewalk frustrations. I’m thinking this look might be quite beneficial.
To Toni, my new found neighbor, if you’re reading this I just want you to know that I do clean up pretty good. 
