Seriously, who actually cares what the fuck you're thinking or who you actually are? Life has been fragile all the time, it's all about how you wanna live your life, and that matters. Sometimes I just wonder, why the hell am I given a life like this that is so much different with what others say it's stupid, it's a waste, it's worthless, or it's wrong?! I just want to live a life that I want you see, I don't need anyone to judge me nor telling me what is right and what is wrong. For what i have been through that formed me what I am today, I never blame anyone because in the end, I know there is someone who will not abandon me no matter what happen. There is a place where I belong to.
       Living in Singapore isn't that tough than I thought. It's a small city, fast pace, rush, and you will not have much time to think what you're doing. Maybe it's a city that is boring, made you forget about your dream; at least, I never felt lonely in this city of Lion. Unlike what I felt in KL, a place where I used to be, a place where I've grown up, a place with all my memories and friends around, but most of the time, I felt lonely. It's strange, or maybe i'm strange, however, I still love KL, but not without my dearest friends.
     Tonight, after a few glasses of Chardonnay, I smoke at the corridor at my place, looking into the sky, without the stars, the silence of the night made me heard every wind blow, and then I think, why did I restrict myself so much previously?  Why must I care what people think about me? I just want a fabulous life, I might be selfish, but I just hate people start to tell me what I should do and what I shouldn't. Tonight, i just feel that, my life actually just started, turning into 25 couple weeks ago, it's not getting older, but it's a start! My life just started and yeah, I must have achieved something before I turn 26. I'll never fuck my life, because i'll make my life interesting and be the way i want it to be.