i've been cooped up in the apartment, working by a small lamp light, coffee mug at the side, fingers furiously making frequent contact with the keyboard in an effort to churn out all the essays and assignments due in the last week.

type. type. type.

when i suddenly lift my head, bleary-eyed and tired from squinting at the screen,

i see snow. little white delicate flakes swirling round in the sky and falling gently to the ground.
the heart lifts literally. and i do a skip around, rejoicing in the miracle called snow.


on a side note, i think i am annoying my roomie by my constant exclamations over the snow and my giggling around the apartment about it.
haha, which is justifiable since she's seen 21 years of snow
and this is my 4th yet still magical one.

singapore kid mah, die die very swa ku.