whitewash everything and it all looks at peace.

How's this for a day: waking up and drawing the curtains to see it's completely white everywhere, snow gently floating to the ground; making huge snowmen, having snowball fights to and from lectures, throwing snowballs at taunting bus drivers, ambushing friends outside their accommodations, and simply trudging through soft white snow. Inches of it. There was a slight calming effect to it all. Snow angels, studying the intricate patterns of the tiny snowflakes, taking in the sedate surroundings of white.

I'm missing home now. Especially the amber familiarity of night time Singapore. Driving through night time Singapore has a comforting effect upon me. I haven't really figured out how to phrase it in words, but it does have an effect on me. Maybe it's just the lack of a city life? There's something awfully missing in my life right now. Can't quite put a finger to it. Or maybe I just don't want to. Hmm...