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, April 12, 2016
when a night can bring some news..
Is it good? Is it bad? Sometimes I don't like what I think or rather what I feel. What more a feel of one kind and seems to have my heart being operated on. A minor pain. But it is only a small intrusion and soon it would be gone and all for good. Wallahualam. Maha Suci Allah dari disyirikkan. Allahuakbar.