Strangers – draft 1
(Author’s note: This blog was initially referred to my old sanctuary.)
I wonder why so many strangers PM-ed me. They don’t ask me questions. They just want answers. Answers that doesn’t matter. In the long run, that is. They don’t know me. I doubt that they would ever want to. All Malays. This is sad.
1 assignment due. 2 tests coming up. 3 projects ensue. Life is not a happy-ending.