©L4MAHkun.
I think if I didn't have to force myself to come up with a title for every single one of my blog entries, I might actually be a more active blogger. I could come up with entries so often in one day, it'll get too hard for my readers to catch up and they'll get sick of me - eventually.

Currently, I feel slightly ugly. I can't help it, really. Looking in the mirror everyday is starting to kill my confidence - slowly but surely. It was easy when I was completely bald. I have to admit, I look pretty good being a skinhead. And of course, back in those days when I still had my long locks, my hair was something that I took for granted.

As for now, I have random strands of hair growing out here and there on my head at an unequal rate. Imagine your school field with large patches of grass here, and smaller patches of sand or mud there. The condition of my head and hair is similar to what you'd just imagined.

It isn't my biggest problem, but it does frustrates me.

Hey, I'm only human. It's normal to feel like that, especially when my hair had been my security blanket before me having to face bigger issues - issues like how to deal with cancer at the age of seventeen. God, and I'm not referring to a particular God, but just God in general - is really putting me through a lot of tests.

One fine day, I'm going to look back at my experience of battling it out with cancer.

I shall laugh. Loudly, even.

Then scream, at the top of my lungs,

"FUCK YOU, CANCER!"

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
Or…you can click hereto go back to reading!

©L4MAHkun.
I think if I didn't have to force myself to come up with a title for every single one of my blog entries, I might actually be a more active blogger. I could come up with entries so often in one day, it'll get too hard for my readers to catch up and they'll get sick of me - eventually.

Currently, I feel slightly ugly. I can't help it, really. Looking in the mirror everyday is starting to kill my confidence - slowly but surely. It was easy when I was completely bald. I have to admit, I look pretty good being a skinhead. And of course, back in those days when I still had my long locks, my hair was something that I took for granted.

As for now, I have random strands of hair growing out here and there on my head at an unequal rate. Imagine your school field with large patches of grass here, and smaller patches of sand or mud there. The condition of my head and hair is similar to what you'd just imagined.

It isn't my biggest problem, but it does frustrates me.

Hey, I'm only human. It's normal to feel like that, especially when my hair had been my security blanket before me having to face bigger issues - issues like how to deal with cancer at the age of seventeen. God, and I'm not referring to a particular God, but just God in general - is really putting me through a lot of tests.

One fine day, I'm going to look back at my experience of battling it out with cancer.

I shall laugh. Loudly, even.

Then scream, at the top of my lungs,

"FUCK YOU, CANCER!"

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