We all have a life to live, memories to reminisce, imaginations striving to be real, frustrations testing our patience, agonies to endure, hopes hoping to happen, happiness glimmering in our corners, anger to be dealt with and love waiting to be shared. So let this be my outlet, my root, my past, my present, my future and also be an open window for some inspiring works and masterpieces that tickle, inspire or even those that may sadden my being. Let me have a play room for my heart and my mind, where they can grow together and manage to conform and argue in so many different ways. This will not be a diary but a story, a story of myself and everyone who understands my language. You may find yourself saying and believing my words as your own, i won't mind. Some are imaginative and others are realistic .You can agree or disagree but never judge. Thank You.
Warning: Some were written years ago.