i wake up to the sound of my old school alarm from my un-coloured nokia phone and realised its 9.30am. i jump out of my bed, hands and feet still shivering from the 8 degrees celcius cold at night (despite my one layer of comforter, one layer of sleeping bag and another insulating red travel blanket, and this is on top of my 3 layers of clothes :/). i quickly grab my wash-up kit, speed to the bathroom and begin my mon/wed/fri routine. international marketing classes have always been a chore to go for, mainly because i dread waking up feeling like im in antarctica, and well partly because its at 10am. breakfast is often either cereal or bread with eggs mayonnaise, ham and cheese (if i've time), or just a cup of nescafe coffee. i usually rush out of my dorm at 10am, arriving to class just in time before the class gets locked at 10.05am. despite the early morning rush, i never fail to enjoy the morning walk to class. mexican students exchanging besos (kisses on cheeks), security guards' sayonara-greetings and cars stopping to give pedestrians the right of way are always such a pleasant sight. that is probably the only form of consolation from the freezing despite being wrapped up in scarves, 2 layers of tops, complete with leggings under my jeans. i make my way to the negocios (business) building and along the corridor i see the usual morning chatterings by a huge array of international and mexican students hanging around outside their classrooms. its 10.04am and i step into class, plonk my bag down beside Winny and my day begins :)


serene