I am at home, tired and drugged up. Pretty soon, I will be too woozy to write anything.
Just one more week. And then, I will be back in Kuantan. For the New Year. Forecast is whatever, for me, the Metal Monkey.
I was born, on the hour of the rooster, on the day of the white metal dragon, the month of the rabbit, in the year of the Metal Monkey.
I like being a Monkey. This year, Monkeys are 6, 18, 30, 42, 54, 66, 78 and 90. Maybe a few are 102 years of age.