If there is so many things crowded inside my head, then writing some scripts would be my best option – poured every single thing into line of codes and poetry. When comes to personal feeling, all them locked within the code of my scripts, untouchable by the commoners, only one with a genuine sincerity is able to decode them – or so I thought. Continue reading
I remember clearly, the void, the smell of morning grass and land in the thick of morning mist. It was not unusual morning, neither a special one, it just a common early morning, right before the sun were about to raise gently. And I believe everyone must have ever seen this kind of morning once in a life time, at least.
It is not about Halloween when kids were bring cookies and got treat or trick along the way. I – personally – love cookies, whether it is traditionally made, or commercially sold pastry.