My 20th birthday.

Half year left, it’s like everything moves so fast around me, feel like I left so far behind. I feel too nauseated to work everyday, stressed because of work everyday, thinking about work everyday, it makes me so engrossed in the world without realizing that I just wake up not in reality world but in the world of work. Guess what, today is my birthday, the day where I was born, the day I am become into being, the day I know I am one of the million souls. I am 20 years old now and I can’t believe my birthday has gone so fast. I hope my birthday will be repeated every day; I want to feel the joy, excitement, peace...

This Isn't The End.

STOP THE BLEEDING. LET'S THE SHED SOME LIGHT.

My scars tell a story...

where love was the hero.

Cutting used to take my pain away.

Now love keeps the pain away.

I used to think hiding from the pain

would make it go away,

but now that I embraced pain

I can begin to heal.

I was so close to breaking

through to her,

but she didn't know...

She had so much

to live for.

I tattooed live and love

over the hate, 

I carved on my arms.

Now I teach teens how to live

and love themselves.

The pain will stop before I do!

My scars can heal.

And so can I.

Destruction of My Life.

Day after day, after tired build my life whole day and night, I found myself in destruction. I build every ladder of my life, I build it for myself that I may see the sun shining upon my face, that I may see the moon shining upon my heart, that I may see the stars shining upon my smile; I build it with my spirit but I just can see destruction of my life.

I tried to build my life as perfect as other people can do, but my life embedded deep inside the shadows.

I tried to breathe but there's no air, I feel like I'm breathing in the space full of blood.

I tried to speak, but my voice screaming inside of my heart that no one could hear every beat of my heart.

I lift my hands to achieve life, but I just reached dust of life.

I tried to stand up, but the storm of hypocrite always dropping me lying on the ground full of hatred of mankind that nobody cares about me.

Although I always smile in front of you, but behind that smile, you never knew my world was falling apart. If the life can be build by using the computer, I will create the world full of colors; means there would be the happiness, joyfulness, gladness, cheerfulness, pleasure, bliss...

I know this writing is too short to tells you about my life but if I written anything about my life on this blog, I think it not enough.

Thank you for reading.

My New Hair

At last, I cut off my hair. I don't know what kind of fashion it is but it like the Chinese teenager hairstyle.. hahaa.. it is Chinese guy who cut off my hair. I suggest him to cut my hair like emo hairstyle, I even show him emo hairstyle photos, but he cut it in different way and make me think that I look like Yan Ya Lun (Fahrenheit singer) LOL...

Consequently, I accept it as my new hair style.

WELCOME

WELCOME TO MY FIRST BLOG FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.

It was a raining day when I type something on this wall and I am too speechless to start this entire thing, seem like I am not suitable for this website, maybe because it new for me.