So for the next few months, what do I have to be?
And an inventor?
Well, by the looks of it, yeah: I do need the skills to all five. But I am not qualified to be even anywhere close.
I really do not know how I ever got into this in the first place. Still, it would not alter the fact that this has been my choice. We make the right decisions (or rather, we would prefer to think of it that way), sometimes.
But we forgot about change. How can we ever foresee it? We have no crystal balls, no Oracles. Only ourselves, moving on. Oblivious to the events that will unfold. Anticipating things that may or may not happen.
We are blind.
I cannot help complaining. And the hot fury (must be those darned cili padis from the nasi goreng kampung!) in my stomach is not helping at all.