Half of my heart
Growing up, I moved around a lot. and I say a lot, I really do mean A LOT. I mean, I haven’t met anyone else other than my sister who goes to as many schools as I do. So leaving this one is hard. 5 and half years. by far, it beats all records. of places I’ve lived. Screw it, let’s rojak this entry. Tronoh holds a billion memories. the good, the bad and the in between. I first fell in

This much remains
Photo credit to Annas Salihin. This morning when I put my pen down after bullshitting about reputation, identity and image, I felt nothing. I know the previous days I was excited and teruja. But seriously, it was a let down. “That’s it?” Yes, walking out of that hall was a bittersweet moment. It didn’t hit me that I’ll be leaving this place until I was sitting on the footsteps of main hall

Turn my world upside down
“Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.” -James Russel Lowell A rebellious phase. That’s what she calls it. She’s the only other person who can read me like a book. She said she’s been feeling the vibe for so long already. But really, I know why. I’m angry and I can’t channel all that

This for the suspects.

There’s nothing left to say
Sweetie, Holding you in my arms for the first time makes me feel so proud. 9 months ago, I decided to conceive you. It wasn’t a decision by choice. but nevertheless, I chose to have you. Months of tears, sweat, and thankfully no blood I nurture and nourish you. 9 months sweetheart. They told me it wasn’t going to be easy because you have special needs. but the thought of holding you for