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, October 8, 2015
it seems a day is everyday now. It can be Sunday. It can be Tuesday. Can be any day. Not as before when yesterday, today carries a different meaning in terms of objectives. But life is full of subjectivities. Wallahulam. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.