Behind Singles Appreciation Day

OK I lied about coming back in spring.

Because I am a bitter unattached human, I now have this song stuck in my head.

I'm sorry.

Anyways, enjoy your weekend!

Cya! I'm a little more cheerful now.

Behind Individual Snowflakes

Holy moly, it's been a month and a half into the year. A cold, wet month and a half, but a month and a half nevertheless.

And the next few weeks will be eventful for most people. Val day this Saturday (which I am not celebrating, woe is me/lucky me), and Chinese New Year just 5 days after.

But these days are yet to come, and so I can't write about them. Not yet anyway.

I just want to write about a snow day.

Do you wanna...?

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It's a funny thing, snow. It excites me, and it terrifies me at the same time.

On one hand, it gives us as Malaysians to do what we always have only seen in Western movies;

Building snowmans,
Having snowball fights,
Or just walks in fields of white.

On the other hand, it freezes the ba-- minds off sun-bred Malaysians, and leaves the pavements dangerously wet and slippery.

But all in all, I don't really mind. It hardly ever snows in London anyway.

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Only time it ever did snow was that one morning I decided to stay in bed. Woke up, saw the pictures, went out, snow was gone. Like, completely gone. Nothing left.

That is, except for the graveyard. On the untrodden grass, remnants of what was a blanket of snow can be seen as little heaps of white, like threads of a stolen duvet.

If I squint, I fancy myself being able to see the individual snowflakes, differing with one another in so many beautiful ways.

But I delude myself.

Truly, what is left is the half-melted, and possibly refrozen ice/water, which will properly disappear once the sun is properly up.

Pity. I did want to build a snowman.

But I still like to imagine that snowflakes, once landed, could still retain that individualistic beauty that no other snowflakes have. Crystals of symmetrical perfections that belongs to them, and them alone, regardless of what the other snowflakes think.

I like to think that accumulated snowflakes, together, can withstand the heat of the moment and remained unchanged in their splendour. And although it's true that snowflakes together last longer than a snowflake alone, what we usually end up with is a semi-same molecules of ice.

Snowflakes change snowflakes, for better and for worse.

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But we're humans. Don't for one moment think it's an analogy for human society. We don't work that
way.

I think.

Cya in spring.