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, August 12, 2013
the first is not only in yesterday...
Some of the firsts occur this morning. Its relevancies are more accurate and precise than what has happened long time ago. It spells the very excellence of what has actually expired and what has actually transpired. The very act of mine, seems embarrassing in the beginning, this morning reveals what has actually belongs to me that has become the secrets of my success in dealing with what seems to be be at fault at that time. Allahuakbar.
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