My best friend told me something rather fascinating today.
She said few years ago, reading my writings, she realized there was a bundle of happiness in between the lines.
And somehow, someway, nowadays, all she can read in between my words are the unwritten explanation of things sometimes needs more than an educated guess to figure.
Those are my words, really.
All she said was "Eh Apsal sekarang you punya blog dah tak happy macam dulu?"
I have a way of making simple things, complicated.