There’s a storm raging outside, and the wind is howling. As trees are being stripped of their branches and the crickets lose their voice, terror screams louder than a lion’s roar. Relentless. Brutal. Ghastly.
There’s a storm raging outside, and the wind is howling. As trees are being stripped of their branches and the crickets lose their voice, terror screams louder than a lion’s roar. Relentless. Brutal. Ghastly.
Sometimes, I screech when I watch Korean variety shows because I get excited. At other times, I talk to myself, not because I’m lonely but because it has become a habit. On the rare occasion that I make a funny face, it’s because I’m comfortable for you to see me in all my glorious dorkiness
Kuala Lumpur after dark is something that I am quite unfamiliar with. For one, I don’t go out all that much. But also, I have a non-existent nightlife. After spending time outside all day, there is nothing I want more than to curl up into a ball under my duvet and watch Korean variety shows or write
School – not quite sure I can clearly remember what that is anymore. Now at the glorious age of 24, I have a whopping total of 16 years spent studying and roughly 2 years of work experience, give and take