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.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
It is all numbers now..
It shall be all numbers now. I have waited for quality but it does not seem to appear. I have wrongly judged the day. It shall be all numbers now. Don't have time for the soul and the heart. I have to use my brainy brain now. Have to be quick and fast. Have to accept, I am not facing a giant but still facing the `mouse and the squirrel' who are obsessed with hideouts, numbers, and the physical. So be it. Ya Allah. Berilah hamba Mu ini keampunan. Allahuakbar.
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