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I am a reckless soul.
My nights cry and wail, my mornings shed blood.

I am a helpless life.
I crawl into bed for death, sit on edges of rooftops for life.

But, then...

I am a hopeful child.
I pray and seek God's warmth, I curl up on the prayer mat till dawn.

I am a growing kid.
I spend Halloween trick or treatin', I leave the fridge open sometimes.

Cause,

I learnt that in life, I'll break.
From there, I'll make.
Success is brewed, it grows on trees called Patience and Perseverance.

I learnt that in life, I'll bruise.
And with that, I lose.
But, victory is near, so go hard or go home.

Hustle through the bustle, grind in line!

Mehhhhh gimme a cookie 😏

Take it whole, or pack up and leave.

I like my coffee chilled with more ice, and tea just warm.

I prefer nights better than day time. 

I love glazed doughnuts and ice cream, compared to cookies and milk.

I'd rather write this blog post, than my death wish.

I love shoes. I am mad about bags. I dont quite favour accesories other than a watch on my left wrist. But I wear flip flops a lot. I'm all about comfort wear, a pinch of style and a whole lot of I-dont-give-damn-of-how-I-look.

I dont have much friends, but I know a lot of people. I probably know your neighbour's cat's name. I choose the ring of people I am comfortable with, cause I have trust issues. I dont like swift movements around me, I mistake them for physical abuse. I dont like sudden loud noises, I am easily startled and I shiver when something scares me. I hate the fireworks, though they're dead pretty burning the dark skies. But I love the Light and Sound show at Skyway, every 8:45PM. I can stare at tall buildings, skyscrapers or any sort of architectural beauty for hours, sippin' on iced coffee.

I love photos. They help me relive long dead memories. Pictorial memories ease things for me, cause words dont mean shit to me. As much as actions, photographs teach me the art of appreciation - that things dont always stay the same. Photographs are moments, frozen in time. After its captured, I'll never wear the same smile, carry the same amount of happiness in my soul, ever. 

I'm an optimistic person. I want to be the happiest in the clique. I laugh the loudest amongst everyone, I appear cheerful for everyone to absorb my vibe, just so they feel revived and full although they are drained like empty vessels. One thing I hate of being in a group is when one feels upset, you are bound to be possesed by that unhealthy hot heat but you know for real you cant just dive into the poor fella's heart and plant flowers and make them feel a whole lot better. Instead, I peel their skin away and sink into their veins - let them know that I am near and I live within their souls. But that's what I've vowed to do all my life like its my job. Why fret? I am paid with unlimited love and bottomless glasses of hope. Whenever my cup runs dry, they refill me with encouragement. To march on and live life. 

I am the only daughter my parents have raised for the past 19 years, after my 20 years old elder brother. My 14 years old younger brother completes the family. Being the only girl makes me a whole lot more 'boyish', but thank the Lord, I grew out of my 'tough girl' days as soon as I left secondary school. I am attached to everyone in this household. Just cause I turn to them for almost everything - from food to life-and-death decision-making matters. 

I'm temperamental, I'd whip your sorry ass if you screw up. But I forgive more than anyone deserves to be pardoned. I'm very emotional. And I cant emphasize on 'very' enough. No sarcasm intended.

All else, you'll have to dig deeper.

Done.