Mumbles. My mumbles. I mumble a lot.

I guess one of the hardest things in the world would be, well, being a Muzani.

To be at this age and to have been through, and still going through so much in life, it's no wonder people say I have an old soul. I've written about this before, that I left my youth behind me long ago. And it certainly doesn't help either that things have a repetitive tendency to happen to me. All. At. Once.

And to add salt to the wound, today, I've received confirmation that I am physically old as well.

Kein Wunder.

Muda-muda dah macam-macam.