It is all about journalism.

I wish every month or make it sound possible, every year I could go somewhere out from Malaysia to see the world out there. Meeting with different people, seeing the different things and learning the different cultures. It is my dream all this while. It is not I need a getaway because I am stress or whatsoever, the main reason because I do not want to be like a bird in the cage.

Holding a camera, taking photos and writing about all I see, hear and learn are all about my dream. A dream that seem so near yet so far to achieve. Within possible and impossible, there is hope. A hope that I hoping for, and I know for sure it will come true..one day.

That is me. A part that me that I could say no one know it or even understand it. The freedom I yearn for, the spirit on my dream and the hope I am wishing all days and nights. I wonder how many of them that will see through me. But for sure, I know that will be someone out there having the same dream as me. I trust.


The END.

05/05, my nation.

We ♥ love Malaysia,

To yearn for peace and harmony among religions,

To wants a better future for nation and also generations ahead,

But all hopes seem like too much to realize,

Too sadden D-day when cries and disappointment filled up,

We losing hope at the moment,

Feeling so helpless...

But I trust we never give up to stand up again and unite as one to fight for our nation. 

If you say you know me, I guess I will say not well..at all.

You may know my name, yeah you do,

You may know every detail, yeah I guess,

But never said you understand me, for I don'r reveal myself too much.