Numb fingers are an indication of blood that is flowing too slow, too sluggishly. Perhaps they went as far as my wrists before deciding the journey has gone on long enough, and it's time to head back to my heart, where they are pumped out again on a journey they are too lazy to make.
Trembling fingers are a mystery. Untangling the earphones, they shook so violently, I was afraid the guy sitting beside me on the train would think I am a recovering heroin addict.
We're in the middle of a heatwave right now in Singapore. It's been putting me in terrible moods. Mel Tormé wrote
The Christmas Song in a blistering hot summer in a bid to feel cool. I just found this amazing video for King Of Convenience's
Know How (Feist sings at the end) that someone made for a school project, and it's making me think pretty thoughts.