The world in my eyes is different than how you perceive it.
We all have our own eyeglasses; these are made by our divine Optician. He lets us see what he wants us to see. As we grow, things became different. Our glasses, from time to time became tinted. Tinted by memories. Of pain, anger, happiness and success.
Before the world tell you how it view me, Let me tell you what I see.
Sup people! Welcome to my blog (as if someone will read this except Ma'am Gen. Hi Ma'am!) XD. This is a bombshell blog co'z I really don't have any plans in digging my hands into doing this but it's a requirement for our subject so, might as well enjoy this. I'm still learning this thing so no judgement please. I'm trying hard ya know.
