Season changing

I think I am getting the winter blues. The weather here is becoming colder and the leaves are turning color. All very beautiful. All very miserable.

I consider myself incredibly lucky to have been born in a tropical country. Where the sun shines all year long. Where I can live in sandals and skirts and tank tops. Where I never have to wear a winter coat. Where I don't have to dress my child up in layers and layers of clothes just to go to the park. Where Johnson's baby powder is the order of the day instead of bloody extra strength moisturizing body butter.

Winter is depressing. I hate the thought of snow and all things associated with it. The thought of going up and down mountains for the next 5 months is already making me car-sick. Even snowboarding can't get me excited anymore. You know what it's like to have to take 10 minutes just to pee? And that's without any queues in the loo. Also, I really can't afford to break any other part of my body now that I have a toddler. Which means that I have to play it safe on the next-to-bunny slopes. Which is SUCKS BIG TIME for a super dooper daredevil stunt snowboarder like me.

You think I have issues adapting? I mean after 5 bloody years, you'd think that I would have gotten used to this sort of thing. But why would anyone even WANT to get used to winter? Winter is CRAP. Winter is boring. The only good thing about winter is that I can cover up all my fatty bits with big bulky clothes. Which actually makes it even crappier because hiding my fatty bits allows those bits to become chunks and then when spring comes I get all huffy and puffy trying to reduce them back into bits.

Yeeees, I have officially GIVEN UP on trying to make my bits disappear. Coz as long as I am in this winter cycle of bullshit, bits will always become chunks which then will be reduced to bits again and then become chunks thus never disappearing.

Oh! please...can we please have 6 months of summer and 3 months of winter instead of the other way around?

See? I am a considerate person. I understand that many people have chalets and holiday homes in the mountains that need to be made use of. I get that people love snow sports. I totally feel for those fashionistas who can't wait to show off their newly acquired Gianotti boots and fur coats.

But does this season of white really have to last soooo looooong????

Personally I'd much rather exchange pressies at a BBQ by the poolside, drinking caipirinhas instead of in the house, snow falling outside, sipping mulled wine by the damned Christmas tree.

God, I can't wait to get on that plane and head back to Singapore.