We met when I’m in my rebellion days. He gave me a brotherly type of figure and is like a planner, counselor to me when I refused to talk to my family. He was a guy 15 years older then I am. He is the first friend I had to go over the 10 years… Continue reading Remembering. Him.
Yup, TALKING ABOUT DISCOMFORT over my life since yesterday, I am going to talk about another topic that makes me feels eerie minie of myself. It is a part I hardly open up to anyone, even my own parents, and hardly wanted to dig it up to make myself looks “bad” to anyone. I, always felt… Continue reading The distortion
I know it is not a good reason to stop me for writing but I seriously doubt myself of going into retail service line. It does makes me drained like as if I am going to disconnect my soul with my body. It makes me much quieter in real life as compared to before. But… Continue reading Drained
Knew that this magazine was there for a long time, knew it was a 18+ magazine due to the art of the magazine itself. It was a magazine I will never touch cause of the prices, S$6.5 for the Asian version, $10.50 for the UK version. And yup, the magazine destroy my relationship too. Saw… Continue reading Le playboy magazine
It has been ten freaking years since I knew her. My first impression of her was that why would anyone be this fucking noisy in such a place? Can she not just shut up for a single moment? And toward her first impression of mines is no where better too. She thought: How can someone be such… Continue reading Extrovert Best Friend
I am always someone whom loves being in a sales job but I also hates it so much that I keeps thinking why am I so addictive to it. Apparently I have land myself in a job that makes me feels that I am burning in two ends. I am not a people person, neither… Continue reading The Soft spoken promoter
It was just a blink of eye that the monster inside me grew too big for me to handle. There was this one time I almost left my house for good, wanting to start a new life aboard and not to live in this place where bad memories kept replaying. Then, I was unhappy with… Continue reading The Day I almost left