been staring at this lil bag...
can't help but feel blessed and loved that i'm remembered
yet it brings an incredible emoness at the same time cos i recall the days in London all at once and can't help but compare it to life now.
need to see/ feel/ hear/ live in that same kind of contentment again. but it's kinda difficult over here.. where discontent is the one emotion that people express openly. ah well. i guess remembering London makes the current 6 years of bondage feel more worth it =P
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