Baby it's cold outside

The Blaine-Kurt duet of this song was awesome, but that's not the reason why I'm posting this.

It really is freaking cold outside.

Last night, I was trying to find inspiration for an article that's being requested of me for a newsletter when this freakishly cold wind blew hard. It's the kind of wind that howled in the night, that mastered all the salagubang and the tipaklong; the kind that would make the hundreds of trees surrounding me bend and sway; the type of wind that would force me to wear jogging pants and a sweater to bed, and crumple myself in order to feel warm. It blew hard, and it blew long.

It was so cold last night that when I played badminton, I didn't sweat. It was so cold last night that what I heated up in the electric stove went cold in a matter of minutes. It was so cold last night that...well...you get the point.