Maybe it is true that we all live behind a mask painted the way we want it to be.To only display our competence and to hide our flaws.

Sometimes, no matter how perfect our lives appear to be, it's really not.

For the first time in months perhaps, I actually had a good time crying my eyes out.Just everything that has happened recently suggests that I deserved it.

They're all tiny matters that come in a tremendous amount at one go.They'll blow over, that I'm sure.But like I said, it was nice to just curl up and weep sometimes.

Then of course, there's always Buble who never fails to come fly with me.

oh,Hirzi proposed to do a get together performance and all.

Ironically, despite my merit malay, I really really want to do those classics.With the dinda and kanda and patek and beta.The ones with the Puteri and dayang-dayang singing in the palace garden, where them men were brave,charming and could belt out a tune that will just melt you.
Plus the elaborate traditional costumes and majestic istana stage sets.

nyahhhh.I want!