I do love early mornings, especially after a thunderously good rainstorm the night before. When I left NTU for church at 7.00 am this morning, the whole campus was cloaked with mist, and it was beautiful. I couldn't see 100m ahead of me, and I almost missed my bus because I didn't see it coming. But I loved it. I loved inhaling the crisp, clean air, I loved that my fingernails were a little blue-ish from the cold, I loved that there were no cars and nobody around at all. It was a beautiful, beautiful day.

Maybe in light of the economic crisis, I should just buy a kampung somewhere and live like this the rest of my life. Wake up early, walk barefooted on fields covered with dew, feed chickens, have Ya Kun for breakfast, read the papers, do some chores, and go to bed at 10pm. Yes, I could live like this.