Shock Awakening

They say there is no season in Singapore. I say they are lying. We had a pour of rain earlier in the evening, evidenced by the wet ground I stepped onto from the bus. Yet, in my room, beads of sweat formed on my forehead. It must be summer night, so I switched on the air-condition. That was when I read this. Total death toil is at 76 and climbing. And yours truly is terribly pampered and unworldly, thinking his room is the one and only world that matters. Like I used to say, we all need a shock awakening at times...

PS: I realised too that I haven't been writing any book review lately. How I miss writing them...