Back when I was still little, I would holler confidently that I, of course, was made for challenges. And competitions. Back then, I believed I was a superkid and I was made up of strength and stones and sweet lollies.

Then, as I grew up, I was made for perfections. I strived for perfecting everything, every work that I touched and everything else that I owned must be in perfect order and all of my clothes were arranged according to their colours. At that time, I knew that I was made up of fire because it was perfectly bright and fierce.

Nowadays, the fire didnt burn as bright. I searched high and low for the missing stones too but all I could find were packets of soft cotton - easily squashed cotton. Sometimes I wonder whether those things that used to be innate to me had been lost in the frequent teary waterfalls.