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Day was zilch, diurnal rhymths put me more dead than ever. Much to accomplish, measly done. Chanced upon a couple of blogs, but none conveyed sufficient urge for me to pen one.

Been on the hunt for a perennial interest that I could possibly invest on, for the years ahead, allowing space for reminiscence.

A wedding dinner. If you'd asked where I've in mind to go.

Or see a mako.