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.
Friday, May 8, 2009
I am calling for help and..
It happens again. In sleep I felt I have been disturbed and in vain trying to get help from anybody within visibility. Guess who comes to my rescue in times of need of that nature? My wife. I can feel my hand is being clenched tight just to wake me up from my sleep. Is it a dream? Is it a nightmare? Is it for real?
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minda separa sedar memainkan peranannya lagi..
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