Dear bloggie,
They say we are what our surrounding forms us into. If that's is true, then I must say the first significant outer thing that made me into such a twisted fark must be a particular essay I read in a SPM English workbook which ends with this:
"Can't remember my name, can't remember what I'm living for?"
I really wished I could publish that awesome essay but I can't find it online. Funny how I can still remember that piece of work. I never sorta liked English especially reading lame@$$ boring essays to prepare for essay writting but this was 1 of 2 essay I really held with respect. And the ending which really left a presence that makes one ask the same question.
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