I often forgot what did I dream.

Sometimes a very strong feeling tailed after I woke up, I know it's from the dream I dreamt, which I couldn't recall what it was.

It exists. And could easily be bothering my mood for the whole day.

Maybe I am stubborn like that. Recalling a dream that doesn't occur in real life, what good will this do?

I'd made a lot of bad moves. Knowing what's done is done, I could blame no one. It was my decision. I'd wasted so much chances I've been given. I could have run away, but chose to stay.

How could I withstand the feeling when I finally come to realise the hope I've been holding all this while is collapsing? What should I do when am told to give up but a part of me tells the different? Why I couldn't get you out of my mind?

The questions left me battling with myself. It's so hard I couldn't bear facing them all alone. I never see this coming, it's so unacceptable.

Went to salon few days ago, cut my hair. I thought I'll be sad, or even cry to watch them falling down to ground, but I didn't.

I love keeping long hair, and this had never changed for 7 years. They're a part of me, more than being keratin that coiled into natural curls, they're shelter to me. I felt protected and comfortable with them. Hence I would see this as a little step to learn to put down and let go, or at least, be confident.

Let the tears fall like a rain. I wish I can hold with my pride till the sun comes.

Me voy que lastima pero adios, me despido de ti y me voy.

#a pic of me and Samsam. She and PPS are the reason why my line went slow!