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
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?
Let’s welcome the Kardashians and their non-famous members of the public. I literally UNFRIENDED (aka unfollowed ) every single little Mister/Miss toxic or unlike every single one of them when toxic starts to spark like a firework. All this relationship shamings never started just cause of Rob and Chyna random shaming of their never ending… Continue reading The Online Shaming
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