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, September 16, 2015
Do I have a plan?
It seems I am without one. Just a passer by? Without any plan whatsoever? But I make it through. And now I am asking myself again. Who am I? Still believing you are a passer by? Wallahualam. Tidak dijadikan sesuatu dalam konteks kekosongan. Allah Yang Maha Menguasai Segala-GalaNYA. Allahuakbar.