DANDIELY

Rest, Relax & Recover… one day at a time

Today is another mission battle that PM has to go through, and most of the time, I don't know what else to do to ease his pain. I would try to google cards or sweet messages for him, but I can't find one. I try to write something down on my own, but I am at loss of words. This one time, I think of the game we both play - it is a good distraction and I just hope it is really an effective distraction. And so suddenly, I find myself writing this:

But who was I to stand out among professional writers? There was a time in my life when I believed that those who can get their works published are those who only deserved to write. But growing up, I found writing as a healthy habit that can make someone share his thoughts when his mouth gone dry. And even when my grammar often gone absurd, I wrote and read, for this is quite a way I can let things out of my little system. That was what I have been for the past three years in a ladies’ dormitory beside my school – a girl whose mouth could not speak. Looking back, that college life of mine has been rotating inside the four walls of my room like an animal fenced in a zoo. Everyone saw me smiling in school; but when classes ended, I always found myself growing in desperation for I was back in my little cage room. I barely talked to my former and present roommates for they have their own busy businesses to do. In fact, I barely saw them because they always have their 'duty...