back to manado

back to manado, the very first thing that i realize was,

'ah. how chubby the white clouds are! and how pretty the blue sky is'

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i found few pieces of old notes of me asking few friends their critiques of me. of what i should change to be a better-received-person. that was during high school time.

how brave i was.

and how timid i become, for i had found myself unable to turn the pages around to read it once again. so much fear and try to feign ignorance, afraid that i had not move on very far from who i was many years back.

silly. silly.

*better off to do more important things*

have a good day everybody! and good night to others!