Sometimes

I wonder where my head was at the past 2 or 3 (since its already 2010) years. Then I tell myself, you're so stupid, stupid, stupid!



Occasionally I also clean out scattered items around the room and spend a bit of time figuring out where to store them when I come home on the weekends. I read old letters (some in a bottle), clear out notebooks filled with little sketches and notes probably long forgotten.

And I neatly put them away in a single box.

There are just some things you don't wish to forget. Very much like a windy night along the Singapore river.