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Friday, October 20, 2006
Lol its amazing how by mere looking at an old picture so many emotions can set in.

Spent the past hour looking through all the photos in my com.

Quite fun to see how people grow up over the years.

And how we mature as individuals.

New things are found along the way.

But old ones get lost as well.

Regardless.

Memories are still kept in the photos.

And it feels like just yesterday looking thru them.

I will treasure my friends.

Esp those who have embarked on a different journey.

Sorry feeling a little emo.

I should go sleep tml is a brand new mugging day.

Night.

My mind's unweaving/ 1:21 AM

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