29

Today is the 29th year of my existence. It is not long enough though to give me the right to say I am wiser. In fact, I feel that I am not getting enough experience to become a mature person, am I? There are people who will be batting their eyelashes with this being said. My life has not been anything but nothing. But I am not sad anymore about it. I always sit in our room on a chair which was once submerged in the flood, holding a piece of wood which seemed to me like a musical instrument. The only source of light coming in the room is from the ones we try to light along the staircase. I always try to play songs and as much as possible aim to pick the strings of that piece of wood wonderfully and sing my heart out. I will not be successful.
I lost my voice a long time ago.
But that is ok. The guitar is fine.
The night has resembled dark times by each and one of us. Cold and breezy air caresses skin lubricated with whitening agents to make the Malay look like to be its Caucasian god, Star filled sky shining brightly as hard as it could to give meaning to the word hope, a word every one likes to rape.
But tonight, it is very humid like no any other night has been before. Global warming is not yet on its full blown stage but anybody can tell its getting nasty. Scary it is.
Even though it is going to be a very humid day, I will still enjoy it. Today is the greatest.