Freezing cold

As I am writing this, I am bundling myself in blankets. Yeah, it is like winter here because our aircond has gone cuckoo. Even at 24 deg celcius, the room is like below 15 deg celcius due to the faulty thermostat, I think.

You may say, “Why not just switch off the blardy aircond and on the fan?” Well, I love the cold and have always dream of living in a temperate country with four seasons. I imagine having a countryside cottage with outdoor fireplace. During autumn, the leaves have turned all orangey and I will be sitting by the fireplace, sipping hot chocolate. During winter, I will be having bowls of hot soup, enjoy the sight of white snow…

Sigh…if only my dream comes true. Then, again, who knows, some 70 years old man may come into my life and carry my old bones to some place like that on the Swiss Alps. Men do get married when they are 70 years old, you know? There is hope, still. Swiss villa, with rich Swiss old man with Swiss account, sipping Swiss chocolate by the fireplace.

Oh ya, did I tell you that I can blog non-stop if the temperature is cold? When my brain freezes, my fingers get to work.