I'm independent-minded, determined and persistent. Many say that I have a very strong personality. I don't intentionally intimidate people yet i can't resist to be quite outspoken and firm with regards to my beliefs and ideas. Frankly, I'm not the shy or the timid type. I'm actually a bit brutal and impossible in a few ways but only when the situation demands. I'm friendly and outgoing. Still, I'm surprisingly quiet and reserved when I'm rationalizing my thoughts and sentiments, when I'm in my pondering state or simply when i don't feel like talking at all.. I love to write. Personally, it's a release of bad energy and a gain of a clean and a stronger one. I take it as my refuge. Writing gives me a peace of mind. It's one of my most treasured means of escape. I also have an addiction to books that a personal collection is apparently inevitable. Reading gives me space and consents me to meander in a world and time that are mine alone.. I'm more of a realist though I may appear to have plenty of ideals. I guess i just want change to start both from the inside and the outside of the person. Everything's basically interconnected with one another.. I also engage into untypical activities that tend to bother and cause anxious lines on a few foreheads yet I can't subject myself to any act of justification of my many eccentric interests. What I do is based on what I feel and what I enjoy. I don't like puppeteers as well as hypocrites and chauvinists. Social Stratification doesn't imply over- and-under- utilization of rights. I'm a humanist despite existing prejudices and stereotypes. In this globally-modernized society, a flunker doesn't literally pertain to a loser. Nonetheless, one has to stand for oneself in order to cope with the modernities and stalactites of an inconstant reality. My standards may somewhat be a form of social deviation but I greatly believe in the subjectivity of living towards the realization and attainment of one's goals and aspirations as well as the exploration of one's existence.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely