i am now sitting in a cafe named Hilam in a nice little town Tamn Desa in Kuala Lumpur with a cup of coffee. and it would have been a shame if i wouldn't write something.

it has been a week since i left my beloved wife and my little girl whose age is still measured by days. melocholy is haunting me. life is box of chocolates and now i am biting the bitter ones.

i have always wondering about the purpose of my life and what i really want. a well-earning job? a shiny car? a big house? my wife said happiness can still be with us without those things. i am a lucky husband.

my cup of coffee is cold now, i gotta finish it and go, time foe work even it is Sunday.