brrr….

I love 8am classes, because it just makes my day longer, but a tropical Singaporean brought up in 27-33 degrees just can’t adapt to 4-11 degrees. It was so cold this morning, the radio said it was 4 degrees this morning at rush hour and my shivering walk to school just caused my entire brain to freeze up. I went to my Business Applications tutorial, but I just stoned till the third class of the day. No food, no warmth, no bed with my wife in it to snuggle into.

in the mood

Constant tingling sensation of icy cold raindrops takes its time to fall as if it was a close relative of their more solidified brothers. Entering into the humble adobe, I leave behind the damp and non-hostile environment outside my fogged window. I know I got a lot of work to do and its not a good time to be a bear. With productive and moody tunes of Jazz, my pseudo office turns into a workroom where this foreign student will concentrate and at times tap fingers to the beat of bossa nova beats.