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.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
It is going to be another mess in finite mathematics...
It is finished mathematically. What about culturally and socially? Mathematically, it spells another mode in transporting something. The old modes can no longer carries it to the end. It has become dark and blur. When someone familiar passed by, but he is of different mode in its content and structure, mathematically, it is a gone case. A revisit to ABS (my former high school) is a good example of infinitum in so many things. No longer can be definite. Mathematically it is a mess. But I try to stand up, but the power without is unstoppable and uncontrollable. The event is a clear case of miscarriage in life justice. So many gaps and and so many holes. Dari Allah kita memohon supaya di beri Kekuatan dan Perlindungan. Hanya kepada Allah kita bersyukur. Allahuakbar.
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