My muse took a holiday and hasn't returned. Probably hooked up with a more interesting chap. Maybe procastination is the thief?
Meant to blog about this a few weeks ago but left it in drafts. Can't write anything these days.
The title of this entry is supposed to be "Stage play, movie, unbearable weather, another long weekend". The long weekend was Labour Day, not the coming Vesak Day.
I envy Priscilla for writing with such ease. Everyday.
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