I have been sleeping too much, way too much, like a bear hibernating.
The cold gloomy weather makes me want to lie under my covers for ever.
Picked up 2 Cyril Wong's poem books from Sy, "Unmarked Treasures" and "Squatting Quietly". 2 very good locally written books, i must say.
The only thing that is constant is change. What a paradox.
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