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.
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
I was a lecturer..have I?
Does it really matter who am I? But I have been a lecturer before. If you ask me what do I get from being a lecturer? I am a person who hate to walk backwards. I don't really talk on who I was before. My concern is what I am now. Then someone has been asking what do you do for a living? A question asked but the answer is a miserable one. Why? Don't really know why. I am just happy being what I am now. Then can I ask something? Go ahead. Surprisingly, no question asked. And naturally there will be no answer from me. or I have all the answers but no questions asked. Wallahualam. Allahuakbar.
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