I’m not going to lie, I don’t understand how it feels to be bullied – not because I’ve never been picked on or laughed at and embarrassed. But because I never let it get to me, I don’t let myself become a victim.
I was in KL last week and went to the girliest, pinkest, mainstream cafe ever! Hi, Hello Kitty. I had such a love for pink that I bought tons of its merchandise when I was younger even though I had no love for the kitty. So when I saw the pastel walls and furniture, I just had to.
I haven’t done one of these so long I was afraid I’d forgotten how. But black ink on white – whether virtual or physical is comforting to me. The stories are there, I just don’t know where to start.