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ramble /ˈramb(ə)l )/
talk or write at length in a confused or inconsequential way.
.
Tap tap tap tap tap.
the onomatopoeia when i start writing 
using my laptops.
i write about my thoughts,
about feelings,
about something
or anything that can be feeling.
until there is nothing much
to left.

.
this book is just about some ramble jot that ever happen in my life. Nothing much about this book, just sharing some thought for somebody who may need it. Enjoyy >_< sorry for my broken english, and in this book i just use mixed languange. 

both: malay and english

bismillah.
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