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.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
My life...when would it end? Nobody dares to ask such a question. Why not? In that question lies all secrets about one's life. Everybody has to face it. And after that what? kepada Allah saya bersujud rendah menyerah segala-gala yang ada kaitan dengan ciptaanNYA terhadap diri yang lemah ini. Allahuakbar.