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.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Freer...
Breathing a fresh air, i am out from Temerloh. Here I am at Bangi. Don't feel like writing. But again my thoughts are full with urges of the pasts and the present and leads me to the jungles of Wisconsin and mountains of intrigues and puzzles. What about the mutation of the brain? Great minds have been speaking for ages creating simplicities for all. Semoga dipermudahkan segala rasa yang sentiasa bertanya dan jawapan yang diberkati menunggu di hadapan. Allahuakbar.
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