Not updating? Nah.

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.

New year, same shitty ass.

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.

Extrovert Best Friend

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

Fairy tales, what is that?

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?

Grief.

I was often being added to various whatsapp groups via my one of my two besties I ever had in life. I never knew where she ever find this many groups to join and it was often bitchy. I often make it a fun way to make sarcastic remarks that will be offensive for people… Continue reading Grief.

I am, Different.

I didn’t know this when I was in primary school, all i know is I don’t fits into those normal Chinese girl group. My best friends are a Malay and an Indian girl that somewhat falls out of a group like I do. In some sense I didn’t feel any abnormal. Stronger ideas came when… Continue reading I am, Different.

The road of picking myself up

I am a human, like you do. I have things that I am terrified of, I have things that I feel insecure with. I am always breaking down crying when my panic or anxiety attacks comes. I always feel helpless when I am forced beyond my discomfort level can tank. I have never been in… Continue reading The road of picking myself up