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.
Friday, May 8, 2015
money...?
When the word money is mentioned, what comes to mind are the small places, and the small people with not so much of money. Say the word money, and instantly a person can be alone in this world. No immediate help and no immediate rescue. That is what money is all about. But it could also be comforting. Anyway, has life is all about money? Wallahualam. Maha Suci Allah dari Disyirikkan. Allahuakbar.
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