Male and female’s barriers!

Everyone was born with the barriers. No one ever said life is easy.

If you are a girl, let me tell ya:

There will be the points, you felt disrespected, misinterpreted, misjudged by males.

There will be the points, you felt jealous, envying, and stabbed back by your females.

There will be the points, that you have to try to prove the world about who you are, not just a female.

There will be the points, that you believed that glass ceiling won’t existed if you weren’t a female.

And all of that are okay, trust me!

If you are a boy, let me tell ya:

There will be the points, everyone teach ya that you are a boy, you can’t cry like a bitch.

There will be the points, everyone joked on you that you are more like a gay. So you have to proved that you are strong even you felt like weak.

There will be the points, that everyone throw all their baggages to you cuz you are a man.

There will be the points, that you will never be as strong as enough to be the man that everyone expected.

And all of that are okay, trust me!

Life isn’t easy, whether you are female or male. You still got the barriers to break throw.

Both males and females got different struggling. Let never ever disappointed of who you be.

Everybody talk, but nobody know, ” why she mad? They call her the crazy women.”

image.jpegEverybody talk, but nobody know, ” why she mad? They call her the crazy women.”
A girl grew up in a small town, rapped by a rich man. She bared him a daughter. He threaten her not to tell everyone. Her neighbors gossiped and hate her. Over the painyh of raped and harassment she tortured to die.
Molly from the Dressmaker.

What matter is you.


The mother sit quietly. She carried a little girl in her arms. Than she started to begin her story.

Once upon a time, there was a little witch who want to became a Santa. Everybody made fun of her, because it is a ridiculous things. And it is impossible for all of them.

One day  a little girl  met a Santa. She asked him, “can I become a Santa?”. Than he replied, ” why not? If you really want, you can”.

Years later, she met the old great witch. She asked her, “can I become a Santa ?”. Than the old witch replied, ” nobody can”.

Suddenly, her kid stopped her. ” so the Santa lied her?”.

The mother continued, ” no, he didn’t. Both of them didn’t lie”. Nobody can, but it isn’t mean you can’t. It’s a matter of you.

Immediately, I woke up from my dream while in the middle of the night. Trying to figure out what its spiritually mean to me?

My perfection isn’t about being your perfection.

Everyone definite, “the perfection as the unicorn that didn’t existed”. So if i added, the unicorn will be perfect is it didn’t eat for living.

There was the person, once he told me that i am good in most of the things. But my imperfection are subborness and didn’t listen to what he wants me to do. So it made me thought, “Is perfection is about being of what everyone think as the best of what they want?” 

People want difference things. People definite things in difference ways. If my perfection is about being the best of what everyone’s want. I will trying till i die, and it still can not be.

There maybe some people are wrong about what is perfection. And some people used its to conderm other in the jealousing ways. There maybe perfection is so easy. It isn’t about being 10 in 10. It isn’t about being what the best of other people think. It is about being the best of yourself can be.

“My Perfection isn’t about being your Perfection”.

The Living soul

Sometimes things happen to you and at the time they may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. 


The last dance

The last dance:When the last dance finished, the partners bow and go.

The memory still last, but some choose to forget.

Like the flowing river, once it go. It will not turning back.

Sometimes in life, there the thing that need to letting go.

It is like the last dance, because the thing is finished.  


What is life?

 There are the church that teach life is hope. There are the school that teach life is dream to caught. I was born so blessing. I show ppl all around the inspiration, the hope and the dream. But when i looking back to give the definition of life. I started to realized all might be just a lie. Church are lie, school are life, all ppl are lie. They lied to us, and they lied to themselves. They just trying to find something that worth living for, better than to born and die. For the ppl who put life like a luckydraw, i don’t afraid of die. I could imagine a thousand posibilities of dead. There maybe once day i will die by the car crush, falling down from the stair, or drowning in the pool… In whatever way, not to kill myself, i just wish to die in the meaningful way.