It was so bitterly cold in St. Augustine's Church, where we had the chamber choir concert. I was shivering all the time. I probably looked like I was having spasms or something lol. I wasn't sure whether to wear many layers under my black shirt cos the previous concert at Barber it got so hot when I wore a tube and a tee underneath. So I compromised and just wore a tee under my shirt instead. Horrors. Who'd have expected the church to be so cold!

I learnt that I should probably be more confident of the map I check on a website when I'm going somewhere unfamiliar. I remembered the directions clearly but I thought I was going too far and maybe I'd missed the turn into the road where the church was. So I started asking for directions, and detoured for a while until I came across a pair of policemen (uh, a policeman and a policewoman), who were able to give me the right directions. It turns out that I should have continued walking instead of start asking passersby and going the wrong way.

It was so cold that I just had to cook something when I reached home. Decided to bake fries and to compromise for such an unhealthy choice (at 10+ pm too!), I cooked chrysanthemum tea. It was the ultimate comfort to stand in front of the stove and oven. Actually why do they call chrysanthemum tea that, since there really is no tea in it? Maybe they should call it chrysanthemum water/drink or some other name instead.