There's so much to be told but at the same time, nothing can be said, yet. Kinda similar to the 'waiting to buka puasa' scenario, the feast is laid right before your eyes but you can't touch them yet. Woe is me.
I'm getting more and more forgetful lately. One of the signs of old age? Soon enough, I foresee myself getting a bundle of those yellow sticky sketch-pads, write reminders and plaster it all over my room, which will possibly in turn cause me to forget which reminder to follow. Its a vicious cycle.
Have not cooked for the longest time, most probably would have lost my magic touch. Well, its back to the basics for me then. Sigh.
Work sucks!
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