Like every kid, I grow up reading those tales where it has a extraordinary outcome of the poor, abused ladies living happily ever after with a prince or simply someone who is rich as fuck. But all this are never a reality even in the olden days so why would one should believe in this?… Continue reading Fairy tales, what is that?
The last thing I had in my mind when I was a kid is never being in this state. It has been something that I once hold grudge to. I was never happy in a household where I never remember my father for all my childhood before I had memories. I never wanted to be… Continue reading The troubled past
Yes I have a “mini” breakdown without anyone knowing. Yes, here comes the Miss. Aftermath of me being sick for next few days. It set me thinking again. Am I going to be this sickly all my life? How much more battles am I going to fight just to be fully “recover” from this irritating… Continue reading The aftermath
I often kept a book with me all the time. It has been a habit of writing my thoughts on a diary. Although I didn’t write all the time but it just feels good to actually writes on paper instead of staring at the screen all of the time, it some times gave me idea… Continue reading Old school diary.