a Life's Story

Dreams. Hope. Prayers. Visions. To me they are not just a string of beautiful words. Basically it's what my life is based on. I have lots of childish dreams, hoping it will become true one day, praying for it to be a reality, and visualizing what will happen when it does. Having seen lots of people with their childhood dreams become reality, really gives me a lot to think. They were raised in an environment which make them able to have dreams like that, and when they grew up, they simply had to make it a reality. And I just simply had a simple, carefree childhood. Which made me able to be children fully. I wasn't living in a terrible life before but sometimes I regretted that I had that kind of childhood. My parents always said that even as a kid, I never had a child naivety. Weird, huh? I wasn't exposed with lots of things back then. As a kid, what else can I do? As I grew up, I met lots of people. Not just the ones around my age, but others too. I have never come into a

It has been a long time since I last write an entry. I haven't been busy, that's why. Meaning I've got nothing to write, and I'm currently finishing a story. Recently I went back to my mum's hometown. Nothing much had change. It's still the same quiet village I've always known. My aunts, uncles, cousins and grandma were exactly like I've always remember. Especially grandma; her favouritism towards her own children is sickening me. She would always talked about her youngest daughter; whom, to me is not the most decent person I've ever met. And I haven't seen her husband for years now. She got married when I was around six or seven and I moved far away. I've seen him a couple of times when we went back once a year to the village. But when he suddenly didn't appear again I asked my cousin about it and he mumbled something like my aunt and her husband were a good-for-nothing kind of person. I don't really understand why. What kind of worl