bel far niente

The art of doing nothing.

That phrase probably sums up the day of recuperation after last night's partying. Woke up late, had lunch, read a book, walked in the snow, went to school for amazing intercultural class and talked about the sub cultures of Singapore (I was stumped. Because to me, there are none. Only a number of dominant cultures.) and an Italian Brazil football friendly with the boys. Bel far Niente. Italian always sounds romantic, doesn't it?

Here I am, with hot tea on my right, an english book to devour, checking up lyrics and singing along to Little Flowers.

This makes everything okay now.