traces of memories

i miss my uni life. miss jean. miss huong. miss playing dai de till 6 am in the morning. miss chicken chips. miss watching tv with jean. miss skipping class to go shopping. miss midnight supermarketing at coles. miss baking cake at night. miss cooking together. miss having picnic in botanical gardens. miss afternoon naps. although it was not perfect, but it was great.

probably having my mid-life crisis... as i begin to ponder what on earth am i here for? things like: how happiness is measured? will we ever feel happy, if we were never down? i wonder.

a few days before, julie and i were discussing about how selfish we were. we wanted more time for ourselves while our creator has so many matters to attend. have you ever wondered how creative our god is? there are so many humans on earth and we all are different. we look different, sound different, different DNAs, characters and so much more... have you ever thought of that? even the process of life before birth is such a journey. god, you are indeed great.

listening to: tamia - officially missing you