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Premolars and Quarter.

Yesterday I had a dentist's visit. I was surprised it didn’t scare the shit out of me. Yesterday’s agenda was checking and changing my bracket. As I was being treated, my dentist reminded me how last month’s agenda was such a deal for me. Then, I was like “Oh, it’s been a month already” . My dentist just laughed while I was busy choosing my bracket color. (Why bother busy choosing the color if I always go with black?) “See, it doesn’t hurt you at all. You already passed the not so hardest stage,” she replied I just laughed and she didn’t seem surprised by my choice of color. During the bracket changing, I was exercising my memory about last month. Last month, I was pulling off my two premolars. Two right premolars. I’ll just have them all pulled not because my teeth are bad or rotten badly. They’re perfectly fine. I was pulling off my teeth in order to work on my bracket treatment. On the notes, I already had my two left premolars being pulled out two months ago. So, my two
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23.

I started my twenty-third birthday with a sleepless night, deadline with my team mates, an empty wallet and a complete lack of direction. Yes, what a great way to start your twenty-third birthday. 23. What a number. That's not even a big number and also not a small one. But it's still a number. In a blink, I just turned another year older 2 days ago. Some said the age of 23 is quite confusing. Confusing because I'm in a state where I'm going to face the adulthood and leave the teenage years. Sometimes I question myself about what I'm supposed to do, what I'm gonna do with my life, where should I be, and where should I go. I know I don't have to figure them out in one night, but I just can't help the sleepless nights because of I think too much, the sadness and confusion, and asking for a help but I don't know what kind of help that I need. It seems like nobody likes me, even my parents and my own life. 23 is a thrilling age to face. Every damn time I
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Believe Me, Some Dreams Come True

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"I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing Roman cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you'd gone there was never Never an honest word And that was when I ruled the world" AFTER THE CONCERT: BLESSED  Last Sunday, I was driving, and the song Viva La Vida by Coldplay came on the radio. I hadn't heard this song since I last attended their concert. Yes, the power of random music to trigger vivid memories that seem to transport me back in time, space, and place. Now here I am, recalling all the memories whilst writing this. BEFORE THE CONCERT: EXCITED, NERVOUS, SCARED. I've never thought that I could watch Coldplay. The idea of watching Coldplay is ridiculously crazy, and high hope. I thought it would take me 5-7 years to make these wild dreams happen. Fortunately, when the day Coldplay shows in Asia was announced. I knew it, Singapore was the closest area that I coul
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Hello, It's Me.

Hello, I haven't written for such a long, long time. This is my first post on my old parchment. At this point in my life, I realized that I needed to write more because it enabled me to communicate more readily. For quite a few years, now I'm ready to share my thoughts, moments, and journeys through words again. Yes, again.  Here I am now, trying to communicate to the world about the hustle and bustle of my life, all the moments that I've and will be encountered in the next phase or perhaps the words that have been perfectly hidden for a long time trying to reach out from the hole. That's all from me. Welcome back, I guess? 
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