I guess everyone have those foolhardy dreams back then. Even I had them. Never thought why it was ...in a word 'discouraged' by my parents but at least now that I am older and a whole lot wiser, I think I know why.

Once upon a time, little 12 year old me had a dream of becoming a writer or an artist. I still remember all those time writing down the plots in my short stories, the little adventures I would come up with ...all in the safety of my head.

But then, I never finish most of my stories. I guess I'm not talented enough or maybe I was just lacking precious life experience. Kept seeing plot holes everywhere or weakness in my characters which I felt really unacceptable.

So the solution to the problems usually results them being thrown mercilessly into the bin or lost somewhere in the chaos of my room.

Heck, that's probably why I was so blur during my primary school years. Always day dreaming about what to write about, creating conversations with myself, environment....the works.

Unhealthy. But it's not like I'm hurting anyone. Sure I'm in a permanent dreamy state but it's not like I can't be reasoned with....

A young girl should be more interested in boys and drama...

 Caring more about pointless things and friends

Other girls talk about love, so why don't you?

Aiming to pass since year 1 XD

Finals is just around the corner and I'm still having doubts whether I have chosen the right path for me or this is just a 'play safe' approach to something that would be my future. I guess I just have to work hard for this module and see what life has install for me...

I just can't believe it.....it felt like the year just flew by me in a flash. I remember complaining to my mom on the phone about how I hated this place...about the annoying bugs that burns and bites as well as irritate me. Can't believe I've been here for almost 3 years.

 I think I've made peace with the bugs but the people.....*sigh*....there are unspoken drama floating about and is yet to be unfold.....

It's kind of funny how people had to resort to facebook to express how they feel about me. There was one occasion where an old friend told me her first impression of me.

 Why tell me now? What difference does it make if I know about it?

But if you think of it....if we have the tendency to make assessments on others....what would our own be?