Anastasia Ann

Uh uh uhhhhh.. Ok fine, takdelah away lama sangat. haha. euuuuuw cam tak lengkap kalau sehari tak membebel kan.. ahaksss. Ok fine, so wat? Aku nak menaip, idea mencurah-curah. Hohoho

Strange. I don’t know why. This is the word I use a lot. Strange. Me? Yess I am strange. My friend is strange. My Life is strange. My mind is strange. My everyday and everything is strange. Being me is soooo not hard but soo is strange. haha

I lied a lot. I cried a lot. Once upon a time. I hate being strange. I hate being me. But as time goes on. I realized one thing. Being strange is not bad at all. Its real.  It makes you unique. It makes you special. Being strange in a way, makes me feel more alive. Realistic instead of plastic. So true. Ask anybody. It makes you, you.

And so now I stand up proudly for myself. With my happy feet. The fact that I am strange no longer bother me. Its nothing! Coz I always know that deep in me, I am still that strong girl, no matter what, no matter how. Clear enough, there is no such thing as highway in life, it’s just another mazy way. But heyyh gal, I am sooo into it.