I just have to share with you parts of a wonderful article in a local Expat magazine. It says it all so well.
Does anyone else miss that feeling of putting on tights and boots? Or the weight of a lovely thick quilt, wearing scarves, pretending to "smoke" on those magical frosty mornings, toasting marshmallows on the fire in a cashmere turtleneck at your ski lodge?
Remember that first moment you landed in Singapore? That wide-eyed, ready for adventure feeling? And then that other feeling. That "Oh, wow, it really is really hot here" feeling.
That unrelenting heat envelopes you like a thick fog. Suddenly you are Gretel trapped in the oven with Hansel. You know for sure that one day you will actually melt, just like the Wicked Witch of the West, leaving a pair of flip flops on top of a flesh coloured puddle.
You learn some lessons. Don't run messages at noon. Nighties can also be daywear. Don't bother straightening your hair. Umbrellas on a sunny day don't look so funny any more, and Singapore's obsession with malls makes sense.
You warn your company. It's going to be hot. Okay, I'll just bring a jacket for the evenings. HA
Weather is no longer the default "we've got nothing to talk about" chat.
"Hasn't it been hot lately?"
"Yes it has."
"They think it will be hot next week, too"
"Yes it will."
I know someday I will be cursing the cold and dreaming of Singapore.
But in the meantime, there is always the cinemas.
(J. note cinemas are kept freezing. You take a sweater abd you are still cold!)
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