Just super random. Going through my hardisk and found alot of things. Old pictures. Old works. Old old old. Every then is a history. Is old. But with memories.

old is memory. Whether you want to keep it, remember it or make use of it. Up to you.

Gosh I seemed to forgot how to blog already. I keep my thoughts with me. I am afraid to say too much. I am too self consious. I stop my hands from typing down my thoughts. Felt everything is not working out.

My friend mentioned a book call "Five people you will meet in heaven". Which says there will be five people who you meet will make a different in your life. Have you met yours? I was wondering are you one of them.... you know who is you anot.. haha. Seriously I don't know.

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