One day, Papa asked why I don't write anymore. He knows me well that I love writing; short stories and novels since I was in middle school. I just went silent in response to his question.

I've done a lot of things, but I also get nothing. I forget too much about me, about things I really want.

What is it now?! Can I just say I wanna stay focus?!

Stay focus. Remember myself. Remember my ardor.

I'll only do these things; blogging, writing, teaching, selling fashion and beauty stuffs and other cute and pretty things, and no selling cigarettes. Ya! No selling cigarettes.