Day 5: A photo of yourself two years ago.

It was the year 2009.
I turned 16, and it wasn't all that sweet.
Some of my most bitter memories belonged to that year.
But my happiest also started then.
I got to know who my real friends were,
those who would back me up when I needed them.
I had no need to put up a fake front.
I never felt more free,
never felt more like myself.

It was the year 2009.
I was still living a more normal life.
It was a busy year full with events.
I was tired, but quite satisfied.

It was the year 2009.
I had suicidal thoughts.
I wasn't proud of them.
I made my friends worried sick.
I was stupid.
I didn't know how to treasure life.
I was confused.
It was scary.
My entire life flashed before me during those dark moments.
I never felt more weak.
I never felt more helpless.
Thankfully, those who really loved me;
they saved me.
I'm eternally grateful.

It was the year 2009.
I started to let go.
I learnt to embrace the inner child in me.
I began this lesson of being myself.


And I never looked back.

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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!

Day 5: A photo of yourself two years ago.

It was the year 2009.
I turned 16, and it wasn't all that sweet.
Some of my most bitter memories belonged to that year.
But my happiest also started then.
I got to know who my real friends were,
those who would back me up when I needed them.
I had no need to put up a fake front.
I never felt more free,
never felt more like myself.

It was the year 2009.
I was still living a more normal life.
It was a busy year full with events.
I was tired, but quite satisfied.

It was the year 2009.
I had suicidal thoughts.
I wasn't proud of them.
I made my friends worried sick.
I was stupid.
I didn't know how to treasure life.
I was confused.
It was scary.
My entire life flashed before me during those dark moments.
I never felt more weak.
I never felt more helpless.
Thankfully, those who really loved me;
they saved me.
I'm eternally grateful.

It was the year 2009.
I started to let go.
I learnt to embrace the inner child in me.
I began this lesson of being myself.


And I never looked back.

3 comment(s):

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