if you were looking for an A++ essay with great construction and termed words,well maybe im not here to entertain you. i dont write good essays to be marked but what im 10001% positive is, im a good expresser, an expresser who learns to express through writing though she's better at talking,

perhaps, maybe it make sense why people still can write though they cant talk, all you need is just a gathering of thoughts that were crumbled and crumpled on papers.
taraa , done ! see, now everybody is a writer,

if i were to talk about my routine, seriously dear readers,you dont want to know.and why is that ? im not the one you would stalk on facebook , im not the one who mingle with cool people.i care, i worry, i dislike, i complain and at the end of the day, i'll always find a point where i can laugh, make use of my car and one of the best thing, i know when and how to spend my ringgit(turnoff,broke!)

when it comes to strangers, i meet them,i met them,i have them, i had them,i keep them, i kept them and i lost them . strangers are the most unavoided person on earth who keep colliding with us at a point or any points.honestly they can be pretty sucky and beautiful. i care sometimes, and refused to care. but the ex-cellent part is, i hate that i always care. i care that i need to have to please others, i care that i always need to hide feelings and guilt , or sometimes,
i care that i care that i care too much and again . the word hurt is pleasantly knocking my door !!

easy right? you care. when there is always a need to care.i see people struggling with life, with circumstances that come and visit them, with all the consequences that coming and lost in their life. they hit the push button to give another chance to themselves, somehow they drowned , though the float was spread in the ocean. its hard by the way, they said earth is giving us equal
equations. but some can answer it . some missed the equations. life, i see people each day, coming and passing by,

living life, without knowing where they are heading is such a big loss, living life without having to care about family, thats even way big crime commited.not knowing your strength is a guilt, discovering your weakness is a pleasure. theres always an irony to complete the match.not being able to spread the love is a waste, not being able to show the love is a patience, but too much love towards strangers. thats BIMBO, not being able to knock em down and leave is a hesitance,either way . there's only a way, a path coloured.


Strength, the best word that work your guts.
be strong people, because life is life, the bestfriend and the best argument.make a pick.


p/s : dont have to understand, i exist before literature even existed