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 28, 2014
A picture to remember....when life seems bleak..
I have lost contact with each and everyone of them....me, sitting, middle.
Being a little bossy but less busy boss at Twin-Island Motel...long time ago...a young man with just little knowledge on life...despite that I keep on progressing...Allahuakbar..