Wednesday, March 7, 2012


You remember when you want to live your life in certain way or standards, but when you live in it, you hardly feel anything going on?

I'm in that phase. Always wanted to be a interior designer, not knowing how hard it could be, how much pressure it puts on me, and then when it comes to being one, I'm done.

I never saw it coming. I thought it's a happy job thingy, then the color shows.

If I could blame anything, it would be me. And now, I'm trying find my way back to things that I really could do, happi-ly.

Parents should write their own diary when they're expecting their babies. The stories of how reality is, and dreams should run along with it, so nobody's going to have heartbreak or uncertainty of life.