Dear F,

I know my very honest entry on my personal Tumblr made you angry at me. Pissed and upset too. I admit - I typed all that in a moment of rashness. I was really consumed by irrationality, which was odd; I thought that I'm quite good at keeping my emotions in check.


You hardly did anything wrong. It was mainly my fault.

I'm sorry. I truly am.

I will definitely explain my actions to you one day. And I hope you will too then.

I don't regret my actions, really, even if the way I did it wasn't totally right.

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Dear I,

I treat you as a very good friend. How you handled yourself and your choice of words really hurt me a lot at that time. In fact, thinking about it now and again still stings. Despite your occasional moments of immaturity and bouts of absolute depression, I tolerated them and tried to help you out because that's what a real friend does. All I wanted is to be a good friend to you, to all of my friends. I know you harbour good intentions and just wanted to go all out to help me, but the way you went about things and not understanding the consequences of your actions caused me sincere unhappiness. You think you are right, but seriously, think again.

You think you're wronged, but you have no idea how much pain you have inflicted on me.

I miss you as a friend, but I cannot forgive you for the words you chose to use; unfortunately, you scarred my image of you as a friend.

I still expect an apology somehow, but knowing you - I don't think it's ever going to happen.

I'll definitely admit my mistakes if I made any, feel free to point them out.


I always hoped that you will finally learn to be content and happy.

I still do.

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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!

Dear F,

I know my very honest entry on my personal Tumblr made you angry at me. Pissed and upset too. I admit - I typed all that in a moment of rashness. I was really consumed by irrationality, which was odd; I thought that I'm quite good at keeping my emotions in check.


You hardly did anything wrong. It was mainly my fault.

I'm sorry. I truly am.

I will definitely explain my actions to you one day. And I hope you will too then.

I don't regret my actions, really, even if the way I did it wasn't totally right.

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Dear I,

I treat you as a very good friend. How you handled yourself and your choice of words really hurt me a lot at that time. In fact, thinking about it now and again still stings. Despite your occasional moments of immaturity and bouts of absolute depression, I tolerated them and tried to help you out because that's what a real friend does. All I wanted is to be a good friend to you, to all of my friends. I know you harbour good intentions and just wanted to go all out to help me, but the way you went about things and not understanding the consequences of your actions caused me sincere unhappiness. You think you are right, but seriously, think again.

You think you're wronged, but you have no idea how much pain you have inflicted on me.

I miss you as a friend, but I cannot forgive you for the words you chose to use; unfortunately, you scarred my image of you as a friend.

I still expect an apology somehow, but knowing you - I don't think it's ever going to happen.

I'll definitely admit my mistakes if I made any, feel free to point them out.


I always hoped that you will finally learn to be content and happy.

I still do.

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