I miss the time when I used to write. I used to ponder on things about the World, about people around me, about myself; then translate these thoughts into language, into paragraphs, which sort of make these random, intangible thoughts into records of these bits and pieces of pictures. Words are proofs that these thoughts once existed in my head. They are evidence of why I who I was and I am who I become. These days I find myself becoming even more forgetful. I also want to share food we've tried, places we've been, fashion I like.

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