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.
Saturday, July 9, 2016
stale, placid, stolid...
Three words that described the state of situations I am experiencing. Thought the new car would give a new impetus to `staling mood', but it seems with age things do not grow any better. Is it? Wallahualam. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.