I know it has been many days I have not touch this little space. But something that I never thought of, some one who would really reads it anyway. I often would give up, “give up” on something that I wasn’t given attention to or not going to give attention at all. And yes, I… Continue reading Not updating? Nah.
This store of Bubble tea is relatively new in Singapore and so far there is only three stores here and the one I visited was at city link #B1-45, near Charles and Keith. Previously I did tried out their rose oolong tea and it tasted so good that I finished the drink before I snapped… Continue reading Drinks review: chabann kurotaki
All across my personal social media, there’s this tag that irks me the most: new year new me. I don’t anti that but seriously, no one really changed much by the end of the year, except getting fatter and more irritating. *rolls eyes* Well, it was a year I never thought things will get so… Continue reading New year, same shitty ass.
Well, everything comes and goes with a blink of eye. This year is a shitty yet not so shitty year to me. Despite my relapse wasn’t that often that often this year, which I’m totally grateful for, but there are so much more I came across that shook me off at a snap. Although I… Continue reading Last days of 2017.
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
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
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
There was this one time where I’m holding a pen knife against my wrist, almost cutting it off at some random place while listening to radio so I won’t die lonely in a sense. And this song came up out of the sudden: “The cycle repeatedAs explosions broke in the skyAll that I neededWas the… Continue reading Farewell, Chester.
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