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.
Monday, January 28, 2013
bergerak dalam gelap bersendirian..
Ramai yang masih bergerak dalam gelap bersendirian. Jatuh bangun kerana tidak terfikir bahawa `we are seriously being counted' or rather `I am seriously being counted'. At my age, the listening, the hearing, the sight, the smell, the touch, the thoughts, the thinking, the giving, the taking, all are being counted in earnest. Would I make it to the finishing tape? Or would they? Allahuakbar.
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