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.
Monday, April 4, 2016
Would there still games to play..?
How many tomorrows would there be in order to finish a game? Wonder how many more games I have to play? But how could I label it as a game? If it is indeed a game, then what would the strategy be in order see everything through? Hanya kepada Allah di pohon Perlindungan, Pertolongan. Allahuakbar.