I remember when I was young, I had this dream that Singapore had winter included in her weather collection. In the dream it wasn't full fledged winter yet but it was cold enough for me to wear my jacket 24/7. It's not like typical movie-winter, everywhere is just tinged with ice packs. But that was enough for everybody to rush to Wintertime as if it's GSS. Weird thing in the dream is, there wasn't any weather reports or any official announcement, it is as if everybody knew what to do and they were like doing something terribly normal. Maybe they expected such day to come after fantasizing over the prospect for decades? 

  My sudden recollection of the illogical dream came to me when I was getting fed up from the sudden gusts of chilling wind or what they call it the 北风. Now, if the 北风 is irritating me already, there should be a room prepared for me in Woodbridge when winter really comes to Singapore. FYI: I'm wearing a jacket already but my thighs are still irritated from Mr. 北风's arrival.

  If winter really comes, we can wear boots without standing out like a sore thumb. But on the contrary, flip-flop companies will go bust; like who will wear them then? By then, there might be more cases of creative suicides, due to the harsher weather which in turn increases the financial burden on people. I guess jumping of HDB flats isn't popular now, huh? I'm surprised that when someone is so troubled that they want to commit suicide, they still can think of odd and fresh ideas to end it all. I've never thought of giving my short years on earth to three Bengal White Tigers even though they're rather cute looking. Neither did (and ever will) I have the guts to jump off 12 storeys no matter how thrilling flying fox is.