If we continue to harbour hatred, we are allowing the heart to fester in acidic thoughts that slowly and surely eat us away.
OF late, friends have been referring to me as Bapak Jokowi. I am told I look uncannily like him, and the match would be perfect if I wore a white shirt and rolled up my sleeves.
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