Past.

I love to look back at the old pictures, reminisce the good ‘ol days (precisely during foundation) I used to have. I hate to admit it, but somehow the past makes me happy.  Thinking ‘bout it keeps me going, despite the hard time I have to go through. The present? Not so much. Maybe that’s how we roll in adulthood. Speaking of which, I’m on my way to 21. Damn. I have not realized that my foundation year was three years ago.  

When I was little, I always wonder why most of the adults looked unhappy almost every day. Their face was filled with emptiness, sorrow, and sometimes agitation. But now I know. I understand. I hope I can be happier though. If growing up means losing my happiness, then I would rather be forever 21 (pun intended!).

Anyway, this entry was made to show the vibrant side of me, when I was genuinely happy (also, my face is so annoying in all pictures I feel like punching it) so brace yourself!

Beautiful friends.

Amagaaa, so annoying I can't even! HAHA.

Why did I smile like that ugh -.-

Strong enough to beat yo ass.

Dinner Asasi.

End of Asasi.

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End of this entry. Thanks for bringing colours in my life.

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Thanks for reading.