A cup of coffee in hazy evening..

Its almost 7..

and I'm still on my desk at the office..

with a cup of coffee as the sun goes down..

It was raining minutes ago..

I miss seing the rain falls onto the rooftops..

at the orchard.. waiting for the durians to fall...

The memory of my childhold keep playing inside my mind lately..

I still remember learning how to ride a bike-big one! my Apa's bike..

How determine I was back then although my knees bleeding as I landed on the land.. ehe..

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I wanna cry.. for not enjoying my every moment with the peoples around me..

peoples who left to other world..

I almost shed my tears.. for not being at my best.. until present, I'm still the old me..

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