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.
;* pearl
to my beloved, happy birthday. ;*
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.
My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you’re my favourite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine’s day
Fly Me to the Moon
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me
Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you