Is a rainy day at KL and the time is 12.45am. I’m tired..but I still want to write down my story before I sleep. I hate this feeling of losing someone. Today I see him..tomorrow he is gone. No signal, no last word, not even goodbye. Life is short that you not able to predict when is your last day on earth.
I don’t understand why god made this arrangement, but maybe what goes around comes around. I need to learn to let go all the hatred in order to live peacefully. Today I’m smilling…tomorrow I might not be. If god decided to bring me along, I will go with the burden of hatred.