The problem with being right on the equator, surrounded by water, is that the humidity is just gruelling.

I went to a school yesterday and the librarian informed me of how the body adapts. She said, “You just wait, in six months of this heat your body would have made some physiological changes, and your blood would actually be thinner.”

Coming out of a cool Canadian spring and only being here for a week at the most, knowing what would happen six months down the road doesn’t help. *g*

All I do is bear it.

And of course with the long sleeves and Islamic dress, doesn’t make it easier.

Yesterday, it was so funny, I did four presentations at this school, and one of the teachers told me that one of the other teachers had said, that given the way I dress they’d thought I’d be a quiet demure sort of person!


I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, something switches on within me, when I get up to do a presentation. I’m not my normal low key self.

And speaking of heat, that sort of presenting style generates its own internal combustion.

I’ll sweat during presentations even on cold days! Here at the equator I positively drip!

It’s a constant state of feeling greasy. YUK!

And yet the people more than make up for it!

Today I had such an interesting experience! I was doing my presentation, talking about how I grew up feeling ‘dirty’ because the kids in my class said that we were brown because we just had a lot of dirt on us, and this lovely lady came up to me and said, “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” I asked.

She said, “I’m about your age.”

I said, “But you never did that. Don’t worry about it.”

She had such tears in her eyes.

It was very sweet of her. But honestly, I’ve long gotten over it.

Also found out that at the Canadian International School they’ve actually added WANTING MOR to the literature circle list so it’s kind of part of the curriculum.

Wow. Isn’t it ironic that the schools here in Singapore can put it up for an award but my hometown province, Ontario, doesn’t even list it.

Oh, well, that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

Just having such a lovely time! Meeting so many fascinating and wonderful people! Masha Allah.

Was riding back to the hotel in the cab looking at all the lush vegetation, trees with ferns growing out of the bowls of their trunks, and vines climbing up the sides, trees with all kinds of flowers: pink, orange, white and fuschia! And palm trees with fronds bursting out from their trunks and little branches that look like the buds of dates or some other fruit hanging just below the crown of fronds.

The tropics are just so flowerful!

I do love Singapore!

Over and out.