tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91519639049404596432024-10-09T03:28:30.974+08:00juicy anger, sex, love, scandals, drama, those in between and loads of labels, spiked with lots of nicotine friendly moments and alcohol bondage with crazy worship conversations poured on a tiny pink martini glass. best served cold hearted with bitchy friends and loads of humor.Strangerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11342685346197178062noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9151963904940459643.post-87481755514997588542018-01-25T01:15:00.001+08:002018-01-25T01:15:55.166+08:00Once there was a boy, with rainbow dreams and happy endings.<br /> <br /> I remember the look on his face every morning before heading to work, the smile that he shares to the world outside, all the beautiful things his mind could imagine.<br /> <br /> I remember the way he clothes himself as if he steps out of a magazine, the pretty gaze of solitude and perfectionism. A total narcissist without apprehension. The love a person has for himself which goes beyond borders.<br /> <br /> It was contagious. It was young. Different. It was out of this world even.<br /> <br /> He was full of optimism. As if he believed in the good and nothing more.<br /> <br /> Now, as he grew up to be a man of doubt. All the happiness seems to be washed away with the truth.<br /> <br /> That the world isn't as nice as he'd hope. How could such a person become so damaged? What are the lies he witnessed? What are the hardships he has endured? What changed him?<br /> <br /> This is a story of a boy...Strangerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11342685346197178062noreply@blogger.com0