Find me in the eye of my hurricane

Mornings would be an agony if not for dawns. I woke up at 430am today after refusing to have a morning call arranged. So am I wiser? A growing pain in my throat, or perhaps it was the pain of growing. I sang awkwardly like an adolescent.

Red clouds on midnight blue are a terrific sight.

Bak Ku Teh beckons me out of my house.

Angie