Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
It sounds like mine. The feel is mine. The emotion is mine. I walk and toe the line. Perfectly belongs to me. No argument. Don't have to complaint or grumble. It is all structurally mine. I can see it. I can visualise it from afar. Perfectly mine. Is it? Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa lagi Menguasai Segala-Galanya. Allahuakbar.