Today, after long hours of wining around the campus to seek things which I have to do. I was bored, leaning on my chair confronting the highlighted screen. Then I received an e-mail from Saiful Nang, that my account on his photography school has been activated. In which I have lost the authentication mail when I deleted the BULK mail. It was there when I did it. Thanks to SN to accept me.Straight away I browsed the forum, few of them. None of what I looking for was there. So I stop, probably later I visit it again. Then, when I looked at this picture (edited right) I feel the emptiness by seeing through the eyes. Then, with "cincai" editing there it was, created. I realized, I miss my mother. So much sins since I was a kid. Therefore, here I dedicated this to her. Also I remembered how sad the story was from SN's blog and so this poem also is dedicated to him. A man with DOF vision.
Judging from my point of view, IMHO that is. BE NICE TO YOUR FOLKS. You may not know when and where or who. Get the picture?
*sry for the blurred wording. It was my intention =)
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