dreams will come true

take me to that little island.

where my worries and thoughts will drift away

gone, gone, gone with the wind

and my imaginations will flow

it will soar endlessly

just like the ocean ahead

perfection is a myth. nobody ,no such thing in this world is called perfect. there're things called beautiful and wonderful, but peek into them and u can see the ugly crumbling side of them.


i don't expect myself to be perfect. i'll never be. my goal is not perfection. i just want to live my life to the fullest. i don't want it to be full of theorems and fake expectations. i don't want to lead a fake life, i don't want to pretend i like everything while i don't.


i want to see the real qualities of life. i think what school taught us is not as important as what life taught us. math and science are theories. they're important for us to know. but that's it. they're just important to be known, but not to be our life principles. life is not based on that.


i want to believe in things called dreams. not math, or any other theories.