Guess what, I feel like a kampong boy. Why? My house reeks of rotting cabbage. Apparently my mum is on another one of her culinary quest to make something out of cabbages. So, why the smell of cabbage, she's trying to sun-dry the cabbages for some reason which i can't entirely fathom.
So thats why my house stinks.
Weekend was great. BBQ with the auditors of Nexia Tan and Sitoh.
AUDITORS SURE CAN DRINK!
Heard some great news today. I'm elated.
For now my mind is empty. My copy( If Plato was correct), doesn't seem to be quite productive these days. I stopped being critical. Thus nothing to write on, even though I think that Sarkozy is fantastic, I just can't keep pace.
I felt so nonchalant for once. 9 months already. Its always the same old recipe of doom. 2 knockouts, 2 strikes, 1 more and I'm out.
It will haunt me no more, I had done enough humiliating acts to shame a court jester.
Its time for a closure.
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