Lost & Found

When my dog went missing, I lost more than just a part of my life. When it was finally found, I discover more than what I ever sought to know.

I’m reminded that I am fragile. I seek comfort in turbulent times like these, when nothing is going as planned, where for the last 3 years I knew exactly where I’m headed and which direction I should take.

I crave for certainty and this life has very little of it. I need something to hold on to, God is one while there rest is to be revealed in time I suppose.

Right now, I desperately need to find myself.

it hurts bad

nothing good happens in malaysia. i can find no joy here. i need to leave.

fuck hari raya

My dog is missing. I'm upset. I want to go away and leave it all behind.
Dammit, why did it have to go?!