When I write in English, it shows that I'm in trouble.
Trouble with my own feelings.
It happens all the time.
I'd write, speak and even dream in English.
Well, most of the time I can't even begin to make some sense.
Not even to myself, let alone somebody else.
As of now, I really need to go down the memory lane.
And visit my Notting Hill Dreams.
Let us juz relive the moments for once.
Yes, I used to be a dreamer. But I'm not the only one.
It's just that Life Is Not A Fairy Tale.
And I'm Not in Notting Hill.