Snow

Eh you know ah?

Know what?

Know snow.

Snow? What snow?

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

What?

Shaddap la.
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So, I grew up reading those Enid Blyton's collections of short stories. Mind me, I thought her name was Grid Bluton, and that she was a man. Don't blame me, her signature was a little hard for my young self to process.

In some of those stories, the backdrop would be in the winter. And there would be snow. I've never experienced snow. All I knew, back then, was that snow would come in the winter. There was one year, when I was very young, I waited for December, hoping to catch a glimpse of snow falling onto my window sill. Alas, I woke up on a Christmas morning to find a morning like any other morning. No snow.


I remember feeling disappointed. Felt betrayed by all the fictional tales about snow. I found it hard to understand when my mother explained that snow doesn't fall in Malaysia.

I got pissed. Lies. All lies. All those books and hours of reading and lies. I marched upstairs and locked myself in my room, set the air-conditioner to the lowest setting and jumped onto the bed. Heck, if I wasn't gonna get snow, I might as well make the room so cold that snow would get me - or so I thought.

I got a scolding the next morning. Apparently I fell asleep, room locked and air-conditioner blasting throughout the whole night. That month's electric bill wasn't very cheap either apparently.

Oh and I got snow alright, in a way.
I got a cold.

Yaohh :D