Crap.

I don't actually have anything to say but I just feel like writing. I wrote some facts about myself but a hundred is a lot so it'll take another decade for me to finish.

I really wanna be an author. That doesn't mean I don't wanna be a dentist. I just hope that one day, with my profession as a dentist, I would still manage to complete a book, and to publish it. To tell the stories about the scars, some has healed, some might never be. To share all the steps I'd taken. To let others feel what I felt, smell what I smelt, see what I saw.

I wanna live in a simple house, maybe somewhere out of town, maybe somewhere where the flowers can bloom where the sun always shines, where birds chime and butterflies flutter. Or maybe somewhere where the seasons change. One day to have a flowery garden, then comes the sun, and then comes the next spring where the leaves are the flowers and maybe I'll get to experience a white Christmas.

I'm waiting for a gift, that might or might not come.

I wanna marry a guy who has a great passion in things like photography, or arts, or something like that. Someone who'll appreciate and enjoy life, someone who'll make something out of nothing, someone who wouldn't mind doing all that with me. Most importantly, someone who'll always answer "jom!" to all my "jom?"s despite it being the most ridiculous idea ever.