Perhaps someone was right. I should cast myself back to those schizophrenic and autistic stages, swirling in the imaginary world of chaos and hope which can never come true. Lossing the skill to fit in the real world, or actually a skill that I will never be able to learn. Lol. At least dreaming is not destructive. The truth is that my spirit no longer lies along with others who exsist. Like a knot that cannot be undone. The Blazing flame which has consumed every single creature on its path has laid a touch on me. Never be risen again, nor can be resurrected. The curse is encripted deep in my vein. Devoured and putrefied. So. Hail. This blog will be for replying purpose only, if one day, the sky turns green again.

Laptop Broke,

Aircon Broke,

Light Broke,

Electric fan Broke,

I am Breaking =_=