A frustrated writer who has been stuck for decades. All my stories were stored inside my little, trifling imagination until I decided to write everything here, venting out all the cries of my characters so they could come alive and live their lives in a book. 

Chocolates are my weakness, pen is my sword, and paper is my playground. And I believe that black ink writes colorful stories, and white paper is a playground of words; when the two are put together, a vast imagination is revealed.