Okay so here we go,
I've been planning since a long time to write something's that are in my mind so I thought this would be one of the best methods..
My dad used to tell me things as in some of his personal life experiences when he used to drop me off to school every morning at 7:15 am sharp...Well the reason behind him dropping me off to school is a whole another story...I'll tell you about it later on in this journey of my life filled with madness, fun, bullshit and unexpected failures
It's difficult to agree the fact that it's difficult to remember those faint memories of me in Oman ... Living the dream of which most of my friends crave of ever having...My father used to state the fact that no matter how good your memory is...After a couple of years..When you walk down the memory lane..i can bet that those memories at a slow pace are going to fade off like a crack on a windshield slowly get bigger and bigger and then one day it finally shatters into a million pieces just like those hopes and dreams you keep from life
