hello there, this exists to help my failing memory remember things I would want to remember a few years down the road.

Dear Bernice had a quick lunch at the heartlands with me, packed a part of my room and went home. I get very touched when people want to pack up my sty for me, 'cause it really looks impossible. I insist it's organised but messy.

I'm looking at blank open canvases and blank layout pad with a blank mind ._.

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Life when fourteen is an aimless yacht, stopping by random places in all its spontaneity,
Life four years later is a submarine, bobbing up and down in the waters, thinking it knows its way. 0 comments

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