It Was The Injuns Whodunnit

Last night, I saw these red Indians playing muzak in front of Ngee Ann City and suddenly I remembered that I am still a blogger.
It’s amazing how a family crisis flicked my blogging switch off. I simply had no mood to write anything.
But I’m back now.
My grandfather is bouncing back surprisingly well. His appetite is much better now (he wolfed down a bowl of noodles yesterday) and can now walk with a quad-cane I bought for him. Apart from his eyesight, I am amazed at his current condition which may be attributed to an expensive massive cocktail of vitamins and supplements we are shoveling down this throat daily.
So much so that I feel that I can now focus on my work and career without too much worry.
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