I’m trying to make sense of the heat right now. I don’t want to stand out from the crowd and yell “Global Warming! Curse you and your kin, heathen!” without having a sense of something, like an answer. Basically, I know too little about Global Warming to start blaming it, but since I’m running out of answers (especially the more logical ones, like God forgetting to turn off the heater), I’m starting to give it the stink eye.

Whatever it is to blame, though; the weather now is baking. I say baking because if you place cake mixture in my living room right now and return next morning, you get a very lopsided cake baked close to edible. And pixies or gnomes have nothing to do with it.

It’s hot enough for me to wish for a genie so that I can wish for snow.

(Hot as it is, however, I sometimes get very blue skies. You can’t find it everywhere in KL now, because the haze has settled on most parts of the city, but Plaza Damas is lucky enough to have azure skies and cotton-white clouds. I suspect the residents there actually paid for it).

Baking hot weather is not all bad. For one, traffic seems to be smoother. Without rain to addle our minds and sending us into frantic confusion as to why water is falling from the sky, I haven’t been hitting heavy traffic for some time now. It’s good in that I get home with half the time and frustration. It’s not so good when I find myself having less time to think. Or daydream.

For two, the dogs dry up nice and quickly, after I bathe them.

For three, it feels like summer. And summer is what I really want happening right now.

I want summer.

You don’t ask for summer in Malaysia because you don’t get them (we’re tropical, which is like a mutated climate), but I want summer to happen, because it’ll be summer Somewhere.

Summer is nice, yes?