The author is a rebel with a cause and a case. A westerner at mind, an indian at heart, a hindu at conduct, and a true blue malaysian at spirit, he strives to pen down his palette of expressions, while trying his level best in diverting them into four distinctive seasons; cold sarcasm, hot sin, windy straying's and colorful sangkeertanan. Each depicts the myriad of insatiable emotions that he senses in his perspective, allowing him to dwell in exploratory thoughts,most often sadly left unknown to both the ignorant and inquisitive.
A quiet person by nature, the author prefers to meddle with life as it walks by, but lately somehow often finds himself gazing at in bewilderment and awe on such nauseatingly striking similarities that people around him projects, despite the extensively improper usage of the word individuality by them. Loves nothing more then to tell people his side of the story, but lacks the courage to do so as a dark past and an internal and external conflict clogs his voice to speak up. Otherwise can be quite vocal when it comes down to issues quite profound and close to his heart and had on memorable occasions, shocked close ones with his choice of decisions.
A bona fide soulful dreamer, the author loves quaint details which is often left unnoticed to the untrained eye. Loves anything that challenges him creatively, rather than critically and inspires one day to be a man of arts. Fashionably repressed by uncounted parenting, that not only nurtured him to be a person he is today, but also a person who can't be what he can be, positively. Prefers to keep things in shades of purple and in the closet, as not all skeletons are meant to be for education nor experiment. A giver rather than a receiver, and thinks the world of the persons who mean to him.
Graduated with an engineering degree and passively pursuing his masters, his ultimate wish is to be a writer/fashion connoisseur , with the blessings of his parents who thinks writing is a waste of time where at every opportunity they manage to ridicule it.
A hypocrite who doesn't mind saying he is one, but not why he is one. Except to those privileged few.
A quiet person by nature, the author prefers to meddle with life as it walks by, but lately somehow often finds himself gazing at in bewilderment and awe on such nauseatingly striking similarities that people around him projects, despite the extensively improper usage of the word individuality by them. Loves nothing more then to tell people his side of the story, but lacks the courage to do so as a dark past and an internal and external conflict clogs his voice to speak up. Otherwise can be quite vocal when it comes down to issues quite profound and close to his heart and had on memorable occasions, shocked close ones with his choice of decisions.
A bona fide soulful dreamer, the author loves quaint details which is often left unnoticed to the untrained eye. Loves anything that challenges him creatively, rather than critically and inspires one day to be a man of arts. Fashionably repressed by uncounted parenting, that not only nurtured him to be a person he is today, but also a person who can't be what he can be, positively. Prefers to keep things in shades of purple and in the closet, as not all skeletons are meant to be for education nor experiment. A giver rather than a receiver, and thinks the world of the persons who mean to him.
Graduated with an engineering degree and passively pursuing his masters, his ultimate wish is to be a writer/fashion connoisseur , with the blessings of his parents who thinks writing is a waste of time where at every opportunity they manage to ridicule it.
A hypocrite who doesn't mind saying he is one, but not why he is one. Except to those privileged few.
