I’ve had many blogs before this, but at 21,
I have decided it is the right age to create one solid platform for my thoughts, and opinions.
All the platforms I had before this, progressing from my journal at a young 12 to Friendster blog has been one jumpy ride to hide my identity from unwanted people that might criticize my opinions.

But I’m sure I’m adult enough to handle different perspectives.

This brief introduction isn’t to state my interchanging human identity, but to justify that this shall be the one domain where I will be expressing my inner thoughts and hopefully, along the way, improve my writing skills.

If you don’t know me yet, my name is Tisa Hanifa. I prefer friends calling me Fafa, while on formal occasions I’d like older acquaintances to call me Tisa. I’m 21, a fresh graduate from Bachelors of Communications (Media Studies major) and a few work experiences here and there.


I’m not plenty, but I’m constantly falling into potholes, and I spring back up again before I drown myself in sorrow.

I don't have the answers, but I want you to think with me like two friends having coffee on a summer day.

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I’ve had many blogs before this, but at 21,
I have decided it is the right age to create one solid platform for my thoughts, and opinions.
All the platforms I had before this, progressing from my journal at a young 12 to Friendster blog has been one jumpy ride to hide my identity from unwanted people that might criticize my opinions.

But I’m sure I’m adult enough to handle different perspectives.

This brief introduction isn’t to state my interchanging human identity, but to justify that this shall be the one domain where I will be expressing my inner thoughts and hopefully, along the way, improve my writing skills.

If you don’t know me yet, my name is Tisa Hanifa. I prefer friends calling me Fafa, while on formal occasions I’d like older acquaintances to call me Tisa. I’m 21, a fresh graduate from Bachelors of Communications (Media Studies major) and a few work experiences here and there.


I’m not plenty, but I’m constantly falling into potholes, and I spring back up again before I drown myself in sorrow.

I don't have the answers, but I want you to think with me like two friends having coffee on a summer day.