Deodorant

Dated: 2 Feb 2013

Mama (my Singaporean grandmother) is getting me lunch right now while I sit at a table waiting for her. We're at a small hawker center (Singaporean outdoor cafeteria) near her apartment. I remember being here 7+ years ago and its nice to see that things still look familiar.
While I'm waiting I get an awesome cool breeze which is very much wanted because I'm sweating on my arms, legs, and forehead even in the shade. A man walks around the tables asking each person who sits down if they want a drink. I do want one but I don't have Singaporean dollars to pay him. I'll have to stop by an ATM soon.
I must say that I have missed this - the plastic dishes, the stools at the tables, the birds walking between the eating patrons. Its been very well missed.
As I prop my head up with my arm on the table I get a whiff of myself. I had forgotten an important thing here in Singapore: deodorant. Womp womp. Another thing to get used to.